The Hunt Power controlled within the simple minded. Sniper blue eyes, target locked on the blinded. A danger in range, temptation within a grasping hand. Pain is a theory made up inside your head. Life’s lesson becomes manipulation of the situation. The power of the brain, what danger it can hold. What suffocation and deranged games we play, only to be six feet under with no consolation from one another. While she slumbers, she dreams. Dreams filled with lies. You cannot be anything you please. The poor are told they will never know such divine heights. Dreams like Rapunzel, reaching to see simple lanterns, Even she was naive to believe they were stars. Dreams filled with lies lighting up the night sky. Fragile, cracked in half like a fairy tale, yet no kings or knights can put her back together again. Broken inside, she fears to flee and never be seen again. Beauty and the beast lived happily in her mind at least. What happened to the good old days? A simple dream for a simple girl, The one whose eyes dance when no one is around. What a strange fairy tale she carries through the night sky. Happily ever after is only a land made of borrowed dreams.