The Wishful Sight

When she was a little girl, she had so much faith.

Believed in dreams and wishes and fate.

Believed even the darkest night would eventually bloom with light but this was just a wishful sight. 

The reality struck, like a ray of light,

and everything became clear and bright.

Now all grown up she realized,

that monsters exist in real life but there were no princes or courageous knights,

nor there were magic wands to still the time. 

Now the only thing keeping her alive was the love buried somewhere deep inside.