Do you dare not look my way –

are you afraid of the shadows you have cast

In your world?

they do not favor mine.

Deep red drops of blood from your heart…

a silent reminder we shall never start.

You have a spell on me for this I know …

because the nursery rhymes tell me so.

The Queen and all her dreams vanished with her schemes…

falling harshly to the ground,

under the rubble she is now found.

She is sleek as a snake and indeed a pedagogy…

I think I need some psychiatry.