A Fairy Tale Is The Kind Of

Moonlight, White Satin, Roses. A Bride.

I Am Entirely Alone. I And My Shadow Fill The Universe.

The End Of All Stories, Even If The Writer Forebears To Mention It, Is Death, Which Is Where Time Stops Short. Sheherezade Knew This, Which Is Why She Kept On Spinning Another Story Out Of The Bowels Of The Last One, Never Coming To A Point Where She Could Say: "this Is The End." Because It Would Have Been.

Love Is Desire Sustained By Unfulfilment.

A Broken Heart Is Never A Tragedy. Only Untimely Death Is A Tragedy.