Wandering in the forest,
Immersed in a fairy tale
She doesn’t know
Her destiny is traced
In the hands of the unknown
He waits with flowers
A trap
The knife is hidden
He counts the seconds
The jump
A sharp blade
Ending the dreams

each tiny step counts
the soul is about to fly
a fairy tale ends

Joining Tanka Tuesday: Today’s prompt is the photo above, Ekphrastic poem:

“Ekphrastic poems exist to respond to a piece of art critically, analytically, and reverentially.”Ekphrastic poetry explained