I found myself lost in a complex of dingy tunnels

Which were poorly lit and somewhat threatening

They had once been part of large urban canal system

And the lame and rusting signs often betrayed their use

I had stolen a small raft when I realised that I was lost

And was using a pair of commemorative plates as makeshift oars

I was trying to find the tunnels that led to to my home

Yet I often found myself in a complete darkness

So eventually I stopped rowing and let my raft drift

But I soon became aware that this was the place where

Fairy Tales regained their fitness under our urban streets