Fairytale

Once upon a time,
There was a girl driving
Her silver Crown Victoria
(18 years old, and christened Mina)
Through a world of absolute beauty.

See, it had snowed that day, and was
Still snowing as she drove, and there
Was a thick, wooly fog oozing over
The world like albino maple syrup,
And a werewolf's moon
In the sky.

So the road was white,
The fields were white,
The sky was white,
And the moon tinged everything
Blue, and instead
Of being scared
(As her father obviously expected)
She was thrilled to happy pieces.

She drove in silence, set in
Cruise control even though she
Knew she shouldn't
(because the roads got awful slick),
Admiring the sky and riding for once
Without the radio on, so she could
Celebrate the silence, and maybe
Talk to all the spirits
Who rode with her.