Piercing into the mirror

She’s skewed by the voices latent in thought.

Headless, she only wants what the prince can seek.

She forgot to breathe for herself, nor speak.

The castle’s an utter nightmare for the girl in black.

 

It shreds her dignity like the scissors intact,

Even if the nobles shroud her in kisses.

The other girls only like to patronize her; she wishes

To be forgotten, like the homework she screams into at night.

The castle’s an utter nightmare for the girl in white.

 

She screams out agony, but the castle resonates

Towards her, yet the looks on her squires show hate.

The staircases are traveled further than her own journey

Inside the castle, they are marked with adversity.

Where is an isolate corridor for her to stay?

Her clothes turn black and the tears have yet to fade.

 

She rushes once to her mirror, looking for a morning sun,

But the mirror shatters; the girl in white is forever glum.

The halls, the portraits, they have all sent a crack;

The castle’s an utter nightmare for the girl in black.