The angels are loose on the edge of the jagged cliff,
And the demons are marching into the scene,
And all the king's men and all the king's horses can't save you from the fall,
As the sky crumbles and shards of broken clouds pierce your skin.
When the fairies are burnt to ashes,
And no knight in shining armor comes to save the shrieking damsel in distress,
Watch the giants smash the once majestic castles,
And the city of lights turns into the city of flames.
You know that fairy tales are not meant to come true,
A fairy godmother will never come to dry your tears,
The genie will never grant you 3 wishes,
And the wicked witch may triumph over your fears.
So fight back,
Pull the sword out of the stone,
Fashion your own armor,
Saddle your horse,
And march into the battle.
Before the hypothetical doom is too evident,
Before the ending is here,
You can turn the tale around.