Faerietayle
Mirror: I
Mirror Mirror burning bright,
Reflecting warped painful light,
Shadows uncover the Seer’s sight,
Nightmares haunt the darkened night.
Mirror Mirror can you see,
I am you and you are me,
Trapped within our destiny,
I shall fulfill our prophecy.
Spindle: I
Spindle spinning evil’s trick,
In this house of hollowed brick,
If edge of finger you shall prick,
Sleep engulfs as blood falls from nick.
Spindle stabbing so very deep,
Making our heart’s blood weep,
The warmth of love we try to keep,
For nightmares haunt us as we sleep.
Hiding truth from lonely eyes,
As belief in others slowly dies,
For honesty and trust, he cries.
To faith and hope, we wish to cleave,
Yet, our hearts can do naught but grieve,
We’re trapped in nightmares that never leave.
Color of blood inside my heart,
I’ll tell you now from the very start,
I never wish from him to part.
Resting innocently on the bed,
I wish something else were in your stead,
You’re feeding nightmares in our head.
Upon my heart, you’ve placed a brand,
Time slips through my fingers like sand,
As frantically, I search for you across the land.
Yet another clue for us to find,
The shadowed paths twist and wind,
Nightmares run barefoot in our mind.
I fell into the realm of nightmares,
A black and darkened world,
I landed before a mirror,
It reflected pain and lies,
For truth, it could not see.
A haunting voice beckoned me,
I tread through shadowed halls,
And followed it to my doom,
The spindle stood dangerous and proud,
I reached for it and my blood flew free.
My blood shifted and twisted,
Becoming a shining red apple,
It seemed innocent and delicious,
Yet, was secretly covered in poison,
One bite and I would have died.
The air was being drawn away,
I gave chase seeking to live,
I found a loom made of nothing,
Weaving the nightmares I was trapped in,
Making them larger as time passed.
Tears were streaming down my face,
As I realized there was no escape,
The memories would always haunt me,
Just like the darkness reflecting off,
The shards of my broken glass slipper.
Mirror: II
Mirror Mirror you’ve defected,
My mask is all you’ve reflected,
A façade of all I keep protected,
Hiding a child who’s been neglected.
Mirror Mirror you’re not whole,
Reflecting back shards of our soul,
Until we can recover what you stole,
We’ll wear our mask and play our role.
Spindle: II
Spindle piercing to the bone,
As I lay here, all alone,
Inside my mask I should have known,
I must do everything on my own.
Spindle spinning deepest fears,
That have amassed and grown for years,
The loneliness inside never disappears,
For our mask hides the heartfelt tears.
Loom: II
Loom weaving illusion of hate,
Will this vision never dissipate?
The path is inescapably straight,
Trapped inside this realm called fate.
Loom weaving our trodden path,
Pull our strings and face our wrath,
We’ll leave you in the aftermath,
With naught but an epitaph.
Apple: II
Apple that represents our task,
In deceit and disloyalty you bask,
For our failure and demise you ask,
Yet, a bite cannot be taken behind a mask.
Apple shining red and proud,
Others you may have cowed,
We’ll stay strong, we’ve vowed,
We’ll not be found beneath a shroud.
Slipper: II
Slipper that does not fit yet,
A symbol of the day we met,
Dripping tears make our masks wet,
For our lonely past, we cannot forget.
Slipper of glass, easy to break,
With every foot, a chance we take,
A happy future we cannot yet make,
For the slipper we hold is secretly fake.
Interlude: II
I chanced upon a masquerade,
The costumes were elaborate,
The masks were impenetrable,
I stood beneath the mirrored ceiling,
And saw nothing at all.
Laughter echoed around me,
Cheerful voices rang through the air,
The happiness could be seen and felt,
Yet, the spindle held me in place,
Forbidding me to feel anything.
I trailed along the edge of the crowd,
Dancing through the shadows,
Expertly twirling as the dance required,
My eyes fell upon the blood red apple,
And the mask became suffocating.
I stumbled away in terror,
My arms wrapped around me protectively,
I tripped over the hidden loom,
That was weaving my deepest fears,
Not allowing me to escape.
The Prince walked across the ballroom,
His mask as perfect as my own,
He knelt before me gracefully,
Though the offering broke my heart,
For the glass slipper did not fit.
Mirror: III
Mirror Mirror you seem bored,
I see the truth has struck a chord,
You show me as the foolish Lord,
Wearing naught but a crown and sword.
Mirror Mirror false you shine,
Reflecting back no hand in mine,
Palms caress and fingers entwine,
Heated skin touches and bodies align.
Spindle: III
Spindle shredding, like the thorn,
A sword on which our flesh was torn,
Your words are filled with hate and scorn,
That is all we’ve known since we’ve been born.
Spindle that all evil had sought,
Pain and suffering you’ve brought,
To escape your realm, we’ve fought,
We refuse to let our lives be for naught.
Loom: III
Loom, a story you do tell,
Trapped inside a darkened cell,
In the shadows, you do dwell,
Drowning in a pain-filled well.
Loom weaving row by row,
Our destiny you claim to know,
We shall move against the flow,
Swinging the sword in final blow.
Apple: III
Apple with the shining peel,
Red as blood that coats the steel,
Of the sword I hold, as I kneel,
This pain engulfing you is real.
Apple covered in red skin,
Dipped in well of fatal poison,
You’ve been betrayed from within,
For you’ve committed the gravest sin.
Slipper: III
Slipper of glass, fading black,
Little by little, you start to crack,
I shall save your master from attack,
I’d do anything to have my love back.
Slipper, you I must commend,
Your choice the sword does not contend,
No longer shall we be forced to pretend,
For we shall live happily together till the end.
THE END
What ever happened to the story? When I found this poem I wanted nothing more then to read it again, what happened?
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