A Cruel Fairytale Poem by Low Li Ling Jasmine

Illusion, a mask upon reality
Its features utterly lost in the shadowing
Neither would bother to decipher
Lapsed in companionable silence, we would admire

A beauty we sought to seek
A playacting we sought to fit
A storybook perfect stirring
The pinnacle of success would manifest its glory
And out of communication in the wrap of cocoon silk

Despite,
It wastes no time in pleasantries,
Too many a tale
Would eventually irreparably marred by
A grain of truth