Atop the exquisite emerald hill,
through the ornate ocean of orchids,
past the alluring azure river,
inside the impressive, intricate castle,
lay the mystical mirror,
displayed on the stone wall.
A young girl stood,
skin as white as snow,
lips as red as blood,
hair as black as night,
staring longingly in the mirror.
She wished relentlessly for her mother,
as she envisioned her by her side.
Her mother’s pale fingers gently stroked her hair,
brushing and braiding it as she hummed a sweet melody,
her cheeks rosy and heart warm.
Tears dripped down her face,
as she slipped back to reality.
She never had the chance
to meet her mother,
to know her,
but still, she knew,
deep down, that she loved her.
A mysterious masked face
appeared in the mirror,
and the girl chanted the curse
she knew all too well.
“Mirror mirror on the wall,
who’s the fairest of them all”.
The face cackled and grinned.
you are the fairest of them all”,
but she was desperate for another answer
for she was frightened
of the queen’s vicious vanity
and her ruthless response.
Tears blurred her vision,
fear clouded her judgment,
as she ran,
inside the claustrophobic castle,
past the river of regrets,
through the ostentatious orchids,
atop the excessive emerald hill,
and into the forboding forest.
She looked up at the dimming sky,
praying to her mother
to guide her,
to help her,
to be with her,
when she needed her the most.
But then she dropped her gaze,
embarrassed for believing in spirits.
She felt disheartened and lonely,
but still, she ran,
and soon she no longer ran alone.
A pale dove fluttered by,
as if sent from the heavens,
and led her through the trees,
while chirping a sweet melody.
She glanced up,
as the darkness revealed the stars,
and whispered “thank you”,
as she disappeared into the night.