Once upon a rhyme,
A story about a girls climb,
As happy as can be,
There was no need for a key,
Every door was unlocked,
She hardly needed to knock,
Every room was full of treasure,
With hope joined with pleasure,
Then a strange door appeared,
It was the door that leered,
Had a diamond handle,
Glows like a candle,
And the colour of cream,
Like a Queen's door it seems,
It opened a tiny peek,
A strange light that leek,
This made her curious,
A door so mysterious,
She opened it and stepped inside,
Her pupils went wide,
There her nightmares came alive,
Love and happiness was deprived,
Her eyes filled with tears,
As she was surrounded by fears,
She ran for the handle,
Like a herd of Randall,
Then the diamond handle smashed,
The pieces that slashed,
She bled tears of pain,
As the blood started to stain,
The nightmares started to disappear,
The reason why was unclear,
But night after night they came back,
With the diamond shards her leg she has hack,
The door cannot be escaped,
With the diamond shards she scraped,
Hoping for someone to save her from this door,
Her legs were so sore,
Then she started to dream,
It was full of lollipops and ice-cream,
But it always ended sad,
When she is lonely, inhuman or mad,
One night she fell asleep,
In a dream so deep,
That she never even tried to peep,
But some people say they can hear her weep,
You don't know what message I'm sending,
Except a story about a unhappy ever ending
