There are no knights in shining armor, no
Ice castles for princesses blind, are no
Footprints of devils in snow, trod upon,
Nowhere to go, I know, there is no snow.

I live a life of life renewed, I know
What to do in startled experience,
Yet, I wonder if I do, know what to do,
I mean. I wonder Grimm, and wander cold…

There is no price to shining armor, no
Advice that shatters druthers, there are no
Footprints on the moon as blind as mine. So,
I guess this is a new experiment

Of Life. I cannot fail to repute souls’
Tales of evisceration. I’m no one.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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