• Once below a time,
    Of footprints on transparent sands
    With dead yet unrelenting hands,
    In a place near far from here

    A lost girl kneels by the Wishing Well
    (But 'undiscovered' is what she calls herself)
    And that conjured boy with her will make
    The forgotten pages of the fairy tale.

    "Hush!" cry the lurid creatures of the bright
    Their fear painted over with sentimental smiles
    These secrets should never leave this place,
    So I'm taking the place with me.

    An exclusive tale known by everyone
    And least understood by yourself; oh, laugh
    At scribbled hearts fading on the page you were so
    Happily ever before.