❛ her fate seemed so cruel,
yet so fitting.❜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❝𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯, 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩
𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔦 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩?
𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔡𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱
𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔯'𝔰 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔢
𝔰𝔥𝔢'𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔰𝔨 "𝔴𝔥𝔶"
𝔫𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦'𝔩𝔩 𝔯𝔬𝔱 𝔡𝔢𝔢𝔭
𝔟𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡.❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

WHY HAD SHE EVEN CONSIDERED her happy ending?
she was cursed, she was doomed.
so, it was better if she just gave in. giving into it all was better than suffering, no?

AND SHE DID JUST THAT, though silently sobbing alone in her chambers.
now her face would show no fear, it would show no emotion,
it would show only what she wanted it to show.
and soon, her hands were stained with liquid as red her lips.
he was dead and he was over.
and he deserved it.

THE MALICIOUS SMILE THAT CREPT UP HER REFLECTION'S FACE, it scared even her.
because it was her, she was grinning like so.
she was finding so much pleasure in the kill.
it was too much pleasure.
this was not her role, she'd meant to be pure,
but fate had never agreed with destiny.
the innocent princess had died, now only a bloodthirsty queen remained.
perhaps, in her own way, her stepmother would be proud.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

starter poem ;;

── “MIRROR, MIRROR” 
𝐯.𝐝.