Get with it, Snow.
Don’t succumb.
There is no prince
Bound to come.
Your dwarves
Keep falling away;
And you must make
The last ones stay.
They need rest
From the mine.
Give them hope.
Give them time.
The witch is here,
With her apple.
“Dear,
It’ll just make
All things clear.
This is no time
To stand and fight,
Do what is right:
Go ahead. Just bite.”
Sometimes the stars refuse to shine
And sometimes you see
There is no hope in the divine.
Sometimes the night is just a night,
With a pale sunset,
But no resurrecting light.
Sometimes life seems morbidly dark,
The moon robs each dream,
Every inspiring spark.
Sometimes all love does is pine
And though we try hard
We find no mercy in time.
Sometimes sadness bursts anew
And feelings tangle,
And faithless strength holds me to you.
Sometimes my words find no rhymes
So I hold despair and you close
And I go on writing – sometimes.
Have I become old?
Am I to meet regret?
Have my dreams all been sold?
Is this all I get?
Where has all my faith gone?
Am I finally alone?
After all the pain I’ve borne
I can’t even know you’ll atone?
Is this all I learn
With nothing else left to know?
I cannot even yearn,
Before I must willfully let go?
Life can seek the young –
A new phase of the same moon;
But this song has been sung,
They will all be old soon.
I still can write,
Although in the dark;
Maybe, one last fight
To make some sort of mark.
Hearts Still Care 