[wolfbittenpoet]

Dark shadows trace my walls
Childhood monsters big and small
I watch them move from the floor
I'm just too tired to fight them anymore
The big bad wolf was never scary
It was the good fairies
They changed you made you sweet and mild
Made you a beautiful oh so tasty child
Sinister in their good intent
Who goes to hell
They can all get bent
So I lay upon the floor
And wonder if I can take childhood terror anymore
I don't want to be Rose Red or Snow White
Nor a prince instead they all lose their fights
I'd rather be some poor unknown farm boy
Who becomes the dread Pirate Roberts
At least Wesley got to win Buttercup's delight