I was at a ball, with a tuxedo and all,
Colors like I've never seen,
Sparkles, Feathers, and more,
Someone had said;
"Oh look, there's the queen!"
We all turned,
she wore a green gown,
with a golden crown,
her mask was a forest green,
truly, a sight to be seen.
"I have a announcement to make!"
And that's when we should have turned away.
"From this day forth, you will be under a curse, you will only speak in rhyme, and the only cure is time."
She lifted her mask, from her head,
and where eyes should have been, there were emeralds instead.
People screamed, and tried to run,
the queen laughed, like it was good fun.
I stood frozen, stuttering in fear, as her eyes glowed.
I should have ran, not sit,
for that was when the curse hit.
After many years, there is one thing of which I can be certain,
that the Queen is gone,
and in her place,
is a shadow,
of the poor, poor widow that she became.