Painted Glass

Copy and play, pretend this unexplainable fairytale. This unavoidable course, tho you have stumbled upon a dead end. Oh, the succubus to many dreams, forget thee not remember tomorrow. The bearer of bad omen, jealousy and sorrow ... yes, I'm speaking from a tainted view, the windows stained but can still see through. My future is vague, but I can still see you ...