Old fairy tales haunt the air
They wait for memory to bring them back
What evil do we breathe?
Dark woods that call you there
To feed from life, retell their stories
Of magic swords and healing cups
Treasures buried in hidden caves
Where dragons sleep, do not disturb
How do you feel when the winds blow cold?
Is it the ice queen breathing down your back?
Do you hear wolves late at night?
Do you have a cloak of red?
Can you see the house of sugar?
Did you leave crumbs to find your way out?
Did you find Aladdin’s Lamp, rub it clean
Hear the genie scream, what is your wish?
Careful now, lest darkness calls on a witches broom
She’s flying by, your desire she heard
Mischief comes in strange disguise
No needles in this kingdom found
Save one, now they sleep for years to come
Prick not your finger, lest your life be undone
A golden plait hangs from on high
A maiden rescued from tower walls
Who can tell what thoughts are memories
Carried by the wind, imparting old life to live within…