Royal Pot of Saintly Tease

Dreamless dreams and shapeless tales
of which your tears have long forgotten
the twist of fate or how you had failed;
Your wish never acquired in your tasteless
Royal pot of saintly tease.

A fork in the road, watching with eyes
in the back of your head wishing for
A simple time to return, one who lies
for the sinner but unveils the saint
a trail of breadcrumbs reveals her
Royal pot of saintly tease.

Hazy eyes and bleary smiles
filled with fear and selfless doubt
Wishes, tales, and dreamless dreams . . .
Saintly tease, just go home, now.