A Certain Lady's Nightmare, Known For Beauty and Sleeping
This lady's grief was not known, but set aside as a rumor.
A maiden who longed to curse herself to a long and foreboding slumber.
The nemesis is infamous, but what she did was requested,
A beauty must never be known for her flaws, no less a twisted mind.
There's a search for a cure, everywhere. The solution? Human connection.
Perhaps it could have helped in moments prior, but who's to pry?
Once the seal is broken, a light envelops the initiative and the response.
Change of heart, change of mind. A moment is all it took.
So the mechanism is in motion, it's all meant to reach a conclusion.
Why? The second the eyes were shut, the only conclusion was met.
A watcher holds it all in glass