Lately it seems like
all of my poems have been coming true.
Inception within reality,
and the kindom where my mind sleeps
I'm learning about
the what, where, how,
why's and who-
these people are
that I meet;
because it seems that
every person I get to know
has got a good heart
and a free bird soul;
and my oh my
yes it is true!
A quill in hand,
Storybook for Storybrooke
bid the author adieu!,
As they script you a sip
and make the next chapter
a dream come true-
living in this reality
where the world changed
when the author changed the Kingdoms' fate-
over and over to the next one whom
lives rendered, never severed, locked aside Rapunzle
ink spilling-
as Prince Charming rides through to save the day.