❛ no matter her destiny, fate would always lead her to doom.❜

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❝𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯, 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩
𝔴𝔥𝔬'𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔩𝔩?
𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔱𝔶𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔱, 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔶 𝔣𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔡
𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔣𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔦 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔞 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔢𝔫
𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔭𝔰, 𝔰𝔨𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔫𝔬𝔴
𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢 — 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡'𝔳𝔢 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫
𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯, 𝔪𝔦𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩
𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩.❞

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

NEVER ONCE had she felt remorse nor regret,
in fact she found joy,
in seeing the prince's head.
"in memory of him," she'd said,
she'd lied.
it seemed she'd found new wings and flied.

THE YEARS PASSED SO QUICKLY, yet she never changed.
she'd long ago tossed away her chains,
and it had left her wicked gain.
and indeed, her stepmother had been vain,
but snow white had no doubt the most tyrannical reign.

AND IN THIS REIGN, love was no more,
it was nothing but enchanting reins, pulled back and forth.
and despite her rather uncharming allure,
her words could be true.
love was a trap she'd once fallen into.
that was why her heart was not to be found,
kept inside a chest,
deep inside the ground.
it was that which kept her mind at rest,
as she ruled with her iron fist.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

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