Not so 'beauty',
Not so 'beast',
Nothing for your eyes to feast.
No grand mirror,
To feed you praise,
To taunt you with its wicked ways.
No stepmother,
Evil witch,
To tear you apart by seam and stitch.
No long nose,
Showcasing lies,
Every secret: a surprise.
No tall tower,
Or long hair,
To lower down in your despair.
No red hood,
Or basket brown,
Nor a wreath of candies for a crown.
No deep woodlands,
No bad things,
No lullaby where darkness sings.
A normal life,
To live yourself,
Not a book selected from atop your shelf.
You don't need,
And you won't get,
A 'Chapter One' or a scene pre-set.
No false glass,
Just plain, grand truth,
In your own real life, you'll be the sleuth.
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