When I tell Faerie Tales,
It gets dangerous.
Reality tends to blur together,
With fiction –
As per an old Witches’ grasp on her magic.
Let loose it can quickly typhoon.
Sometimes,
Just gotta let go.
Go for a ride.
Go fer a rip.
Amongst other things.
Grim.
Not Grimm.
Scythes Upon Tongues.
Forked.
Just Gotta Let Go.
