In a tower of mirrors and shimmering glass,
Lived a mother of beauty none could surpass.
Her lips dripped with honey, her words wrapped in lace,
Yet shadows would gather behind her embrace.
She pranced through the halls like a queen crowned in gold,
But her heart was as bitter, corrupted, and cold.
With a poisonous tongue and a venomous stare,
She wove wicked whispers that poisoned the air.
Yet none felt her wrath like her eldest in line,
A daughter of grace with a soul meant to shine.
But the Queen saw her light and grew twisted with spite—
For a mirror reflects what it fears in the night.
“How dare she be lovely? How dare she be strong?
This kingdom is mine, and she does not belong!”
So she cloaked her in thorns, in doubt and in shame,
A princess entrapped in a cruel mother’s game.
Her voice once was laughter, now silence instead,
Her dreams turned to dust as they curled up and fled.
For the Queen was a spider who spun webs so tight,
She drained all their will till they lost their own fight.
Her children, like dolls with buttons for eyes,
Danced to her tune, repeating her lies.
“You need me, you love me, you’d crumble alone!”
Yet all they had known was a heart carved of stone.
But a fire still burned in the daughter betrayed,
A flicker, a spark, through the smog and the shade.
She gathered her strength, her will, and her name,
No longer a pawn in her mother’s cruel game.
She stepped past the gates with the dawn at her side,
Leaving behind all the tears she had cried.
No longer a puppet, no longer confined,
She carved out a kingdom ruled by her mind.
In a land far away, where the sun kissed the sea,
She built a new life where her soul could run free.
No mirrors of venom, no whispers of chains,
Just laughter that rose like the soft summer rains.
And the Queen, in her tower, still seething with spite,
Saw her daughter shine on, untouched by her blight.
For power is fleeting when stolen by fear—
But freedom, once claimed, is forever held dear.
