My youthful mind, it did adore
the fairy tales of old.
I believed in all the fables
of the stories being told.
A Princess woken by a kiss
after many years a slumber.
By a young Knight, on his stead
whose enemies did outnumber.
In disguise, a big bad wolf
who entrapped and spread deceit.
The truth would out and he’d be slain
killed by his own conceit.
Horse drawn carriages made of gold
transported me in dreams.
Carried me off to far away lands
beyond nightmarish screams.
Children caught by a wicked witch
A cat who walked in boots.
A singing apple, a speaking bird
Step sisters in cahoots.
Love and truth would conquer all
be the savour of mankind.
Such were the romantic inklings
Of a naive, innocent mind.