I have paid the fare of this fair tale, yes indeed I have. I have paid in the only currency the world of magic will take. And here I bring the wisdom of their lore, the sweet songs of elfin kind. They pray you take the evidence of their weaving in generations for time unmeasured as evidence of their good wishes. And so this fairytale draws to a close, or at least a new start, for that is the way of the universe, the closing is a clothing of the new.
This fairytale got old and stale, I ain't no "Sin Duh Ella" waiting for some bozo prince who ain't gonna get half the shit I've fought through on bloody hand and knee to have the luxury of standing here in my warrior skin.
If you ever find yourself in a fairytale, remember that you are free to change the endings. Remember that you are alive and can call upon the great story writers to give you a fresh arc, then buckle down to earn the karma for which you wish, karma belongs to the lion hearts, karma-leone.
Show me the beauty of your broken hallelujah. Show me what kind of man you are. Would you be a barb? Or would you have the courage to rescue those whom suffer on your own tab? Show the angels why they should bet on you a champion of heaven's lore. Then you enter the world of the fairytale. Then reality is different for you than others. Then you are alone lest your pathway meets another who has entered the realm of magic.