It was just once in a blue moon
That the *Cruziena’s lady bore a twin
Out of all the eight boy siblings in that room
Only the twin girl’s cries can be heard from within
They were that family’s princesses
Both grew like a flower that continues to bloom
They’re growing and learning until they have known how to drink milk on they’re glasses
Sometimes they’re happy, sometimes they’re in gloom
Yes, O yes, just like any other girls in town
Both have matured with great beauty
However, the elder twin sister is always weak and down
But, the other one is strong and lively
Amidst their differences, they keep each other’s company
Through thick and thin, they stayed and supported one another
Just like the best of friends who stick together with trust and loyalty
In the darkness of the day or in the loneliness of the night, their bonds keep them pulling to each other closer
But, one day, as they were invited to a royal ball
Everything went blank as they both saw
A noble young man, handsome and tall
He was sparkling and dazzling in his clothes made of silk and raw
“He’s mine! He will be mine!” said the younger one confidently
Her gaze was seductive
While the elder one just kept on staring at the man quietly
Having known her sister’s feelings for the man, she became secretive
Since then, everything changed
Most of the time they’re not together
The weak one, untamed
The strong one, a stalker
One time, the elder was holding a red rose
Then she had pricked her finger on its thorns
Luckily, the hero of the story was there, riding on his horse
And quickly aids her with a piece of his clothes
The younger twin caught sight of this
Enviousness reigned upon her greedy heart
“I have to make this stop,” while clenching her fist
Her heart was hurt just like how a dartboard was hit by a dart
A day has passed, and then she had thought of a plan
It will happen that same night
She would kill her twin sister with her bare hands
She have decided to take the man’s heart when midnight strikes
Her elder twin sister struggled as she drown her on the fountain
Seconds later, there was no movement at all
She was shaking due to the shock she needed to contain
She tricked, betrayed and killed her sister; it disturbed her conscience, heart and soul
Black is the theme of the day
For it was her twin sister’s funeral
Her body was laid on a bunch of roses and hay
Her face, as beautiful as that of a newly produced doll
The moxt mysterious of all
Is when the young man was sad and crying
He was dressed in a leaf that dried in the Season of Fall
That’s the time, when she felt her whole world was shattering
She closed her—their—room
Once it was happy and cheerful
Now it has face its doom
“Does everything need to end this sorrowful?”
Right now, it was clear
She became a slave of her own selfishness
The man that she holds dear
Loves the woman whom she just end her happiness
It was almost a year when that tragedy had happened
The man that she loved, never loved her back
Memories of that dreadful night haunted her over and over again
She picks ups a paper and wrote the truth and misfortunes of her luck
Everybody was startled when they have read
The ill-fated reality that had put a life unto an end
Suddenly, something broke the brightness of the day with dread
The younger twin had killed herself, and then she lay on the ground limp and dead.
*Cruziena-surname
