Truly

I can’t wake up from my nightmare charading as a dream
a perfect scene of a lovers quest to seem
and propose the ideal theme
of a time stood alone in defeat that he is here to rescue me
for you see it was but a dream
that he was there to set me free
a promise made with sand
it fell through an open hand
of deceit
yet I feat
I think I wake
only to find I am still in the seat
a throne of glass hearts
that beat
my fate
truly.