Marchen Nocturne (2027)

The moon is a cracked music box lid. The trees are dancers with no partners left. Listen — that’s not an owl. That’s a lost fairy counting her losses on one wing. And the melody? It doesn’t resolve. It climbs three notes, hesitates, then falls back into the dark like a child pretending to sleep.

Red riding hood hangs on a hook in the hunter’s lodge. The wolf didn’t eat her. He taught her the name of every star, and when the village came with torches, she stepped into his fur and vanished. Now she runs the midnight roads alone, a shadow with teeth, leaving rose petals on the doorsteps of cruel stepmothers. Marchen Nocturne

Here’s original content for a piece titled — a dark, romantic, fairy-tale-inspired nocturne. You can use this as lyrics, a poem, or narrative prose for a musical or literary project. Marchen Nocturne — a whispered tale for midnight strings and shadowed woods I. The Clockwork Forest The moon is a cracked music box lid