The adult in the closet.

It started as a joke, of sorts
Of course it was never meant
To last, to vanquish in due time

Akin a blur
Foggy dreamy eyes
Serenate in a winter hill
Enchanted by snow
Resting in the muse's back

Alas, the magic forest was vast
Greater the distance, the will
Colapse in stain dreamer
Your body is ours to devour
Such is the road we upkeep
Forgotten the trickery
Forgiven the reason to start

And what of the door that lead
Beaming, a beacon to the Past
Unruly pitfalls, paramount call
Trapped in the closet
Never to be worn, never meant
To last, to fate the conquest
And the poor another test

Paramore imaginary
Should Theseus find resolve
She too takes upon the mantle
Queen for the eons
Eloped at birthright
Fantasy is not a charity dear
This axe is sharp and that's a fact
That too will be enough.

Nowadays the screens provide
The much needed shelter
Souls reflected in a maze
Hardwired to resolve
Hard fought victory dark warrior
Know now your daughter
Escapes the clutches of the revolte
Unto the bosom of an endless vault of magic
Thus breaking the curse of the closet,
Rest in peace.