Fairytale Conceptual

Not a dreamer yet I believe in fairytales,

Lost in woods with hallowing gales.

Captured in turmoil a film of haze,

Blocked my view and dropped to a dooming daze

Hair hysterical significant of mental state,

Even a mere shadow my fears inflate.

Just like a weird dream,

That make you scream.

So am I ever falling a prey,

To shady image grey.

I could step back and runaway,

Whenever it turned horrific to stay.

Not this time retreat,

I know now how to treat.

My demons to face head on,

Released them from dungeon.

Where they lay infesting brain cell,

O! a wicked tale i am about to tell.

Just like your companion during sky dive,

Tells at high point to leap and live.

So does my heart compel,

To break through this horror spell.

With eyes wide open,

My blades I sharpen.

Bent for a brawl,

As creepers crawl.

Stealthily stepping with sword and spear,

Breaking barriers of clinging fear.

Midnight searching way did I steer,

As if most hunted deer.

My movement not less frantic,

In face of a fear gigantic.

One after another facing monsters,

My imagination repelling mobsters.

Thus am I surrounded still struggling,

Such are my fairly tales of stumbling.