bewildered

don't know again,
don't care again.

why does your heart sigh so?
surely not...
surely not.
via negativa.

the story unfolds once more
comes to its natural end
just as each image finds its true Form.

the dragon lies slain yonder
in lush field
the green shade, the green slumber.
gentle stars and persuasion
were like the faint blue of the moon in the morning sky
and all was like his ebbing life: a true wonder, yet unseen.

his head still tapping on the ground
his thick blood darkly throbbing unbeknown
as time might go on in a mirror.
and still no-one knows why the princess smiles,
or why the prince sighs.