Stopping to take tea with Marianne
she realized her dreams had come undone.
Politely saying "I must run"
she turned and headed East
into the land she knew the least
and there she slew her dragons one by one.
One day I saw her walking down the road,
the road that leads from East to West,
into the land she knew the best.
Her dragons had by now been slain,
her stolen dreams had been regained.
She clutched them tightly to her breast.