Evil Queen

Mirror mirror on the wall who’s the fairest of them all?

The one with brown hair and blue eyes is the fairest of them all.

The mirror cracks.

For I am not the fairest of them all. Must I lie here in the darkness for eternity?

Welcome to the story of the evil queen.

For this story isn’t about hatred towards the fairest, it is a story for the broken souls lost in a darkness they can not escape.

For the queen isn’t evil, merely lost in her own traps.

The mirror was her saving grace and it now has cracks that lay upon its skin.

Never will the mirror see one’s beauty; it will only show you, how you see you.

Now when the queen looks upon her mirror, she sees a disgrace.

Tumble through the woods, looking for light.

Fall to your knees begging.

For if you just loved yourself, my fallen queen, then maybe you’d be the fairest of them all.