Analysis of Fairy Tales

It's not the end of my world, though it sometimes seems that way.
Is my sky finally ready to topple down, or is it just a cloudy day?
Are all of the flowers that winter destroyed merely at rest until May?
All the king's horses and all the king's men have succumbed to madness' sway.

Those six and twenty blackbirds baked inside a pie, have they all just flown away somewhere, though people say they've died?
Yesterday is just a word I murmur with a sigh.
Tomorrow's  come and gone within the blinking of an eye.

All the years I spent believing Humpty Dumpty fell are wasted, memories created within my mind, within my cell.
If I listen closely, could I hear Heaven's pealing bell? Heaven's great, easy to buy, but sort of hard to sell.

Slippers made of glass that glitter prettily can crack. Will my Cinderella ever want to buy them back?
Aladdin’s lamp has given up with magic it can't hack, and giants looking down from beanstalks are searching still for Jack.
They wait and play with golden geese up in their castles high, while below the mighty hare and tortoise battle to a tie.
And yesterday is just a word I murmur with a sigh.
Tomorrow's come and gone before I knew it was a lie.