A fairytale

Once upon a time old lady lived,
She was no witch nor evil spirit,
Her name was Veronica.
Her little wooden house stood in the woods,
Trees of ancient times surrounded it.

The lady had one hundred years,
Her hair was long and grey.
The lady lived alone in her little house,
Just little forest spirits came to her.

A little girl lost in the woods saw old lady's wooden house.
She gently knocked on the door,
her golden hair messed from nights cold wind,
Her green big eyes terrified with fear.

Old lady opened the creaking door and little girl came in.
She looked across the room and saw a coffin in the corner.
The coffin painted all in black.

The girl have asked the lady what was there,
The lady looked at the coffin and said to little girl.

There, young lady, lays my hopes, my dreams, my faith.
There, young lady, lays my youth and beauty.
There, young lady, lays my loved one.

My story is old as the time, dark as the night and cold as the ice.
I came to this world with blizzard, with ice in my heart.
My parents haven't loved me, the darkness brought me up.
My life went on, young lady, I fell in love with angel.

The holy angel from the sky, once sent to earth.
The creature of the light and peace.
I loved him, I loved the light he brought to me,
I loved the inner peace I felt.

My life became more clear, the darkness left my body, ice melted from my heart.
The angel from the sky, the creature of the light, completed me.

The little girl stood still,
Old lady kept her story,
Words came from her mouth with touch of magic,
Fear left little girls body while old lady spoke.

Have you ever been in love, young lady?
You better stay of it, my child.
It is a powerful weapon,
Be careful and watch out, little girl.

The angel, my angel, have left me.
The light left my body.
I drowned in darkness again,
I was back to my old state.
Surrounded by darkness, with ice inside my chest.

Im not witch nor demon nor evil spirit.
Im just ghoul inside mans flesh,
With broken dreams and fake illusions.
Now go, my little child
Be careful and prepare yourself.

Thus was old lady's final words before she vanished in the air.
The girl has closed her eyes from fear
And felt cold snow beneath her feet, big cold white snowflakes felt from sky.

She found herself in other place, in old abandoned graveyard.
She saw gravestone of angels shape,
Little girl went closer and saw blurred engraved letters.
The only name was there. Veronica.