In this fairytale
You became the one,
Who wrest away the apple,
While looking in the eyes of Death.
You've been destroying people,
The way you "loved" them.
Whether reached you with the moment,
of Faust not crying over baby's breath.
A fear of the reprisal,
That was gnawing on my mind.
It drained me up,
Then stabbed my soul
right from behind.
This fairytale contained a moral,
What doesn't kill you at a glance -
Can make you begging for a chance,
To eat the apple from those hands,
that was poisoned even more.
Fairytale
© Copyright: Камилла Серикбаева, 2021
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