At first, simply a mess
Then settling into a rhythm
Getting faster and faster
Your fingers a blur
And then you stop
A door opens
Out walks your angel
Off you go
Back to your fairytale
As the one who waited with you
Is simply forgotten
Your fingers glide across the keys
Effortlessly creating harmonious melodies
As I watch
It seems the keys
Black and white
Mix into one
Something I could not have imagined
Then again
This
Is
A
Fairytale
A door opens
Out walks your angel
And you leave
I take your place
And place my hands
Adjacent to the keys
But it seems all I can conjure
Is discords
Dissonance echoing
Clashes
Battles
Though it seems
Evem after I raise my foot
Off the pedal
The echo remains
Your fingers create
Staccato rhythms
On the various letters which determine everything
I can not see what you are typing
Though I know that your words will once again
Allow you to fly away
And
Allow me to continue living my worthless life
I look around
The door opens
The dragon enters
He is evil
His eyes
Bright
Alight
Like the firebirds in slavic folklore
Bringing both luck
And death
His lips
Curled upwards
In a smirk
In his hands
I see
A gun
I think
Maybe if I can slay this beast
I can become part of your fairytale.
I grab his wrist
A shot is fired
You come running
A second shot
I collapse
And a third
And final shot
It is strange
When the dragon is your prince
And even stranger
That we don't live happily ever after
Nearly as strange
As us
Not living at all.
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