a fairy tale

there are no magics left for us to fear
but it would never do to be so brash
to let the truth out to the common air

our choices have turned out to be too spare
and seem to lack both colour and panache
there are no magics left for us to fear

grief would not hold us and neither would care
we do not do a thing that would seem rash
to let the truth out to the common air

anger's enough to make each truly dare
and give the hero just a touch of dash
there are no magics left for us to fear

a classic moment to lay matters bare
and then the swords and daggers have to clash
to let the truth out to the common air

the bravest will collect she who is fair
the wisest will count up all of the cash
there are not magics left for us to fear
to let the truth out to the common air