← All poemsThe sweetness mirror blooms
in saga's tower,
veiled in fog's embrace
A cursed bride weaves spells of sacred grace
Her mirror pond reflects the blooming rose
Where doll-sweetness whispers
chose the eternal throes
I AM HER BIBLE
She ordains with light
Purer than pure, false priestess
in the night
The childlike bride in pink
Sweetness confined
Her naiveté a conduit,
divine
The betrayal's denial, a thorn
that prides,
Unrequited hanging in November
rain's tricks
She dares to glance beyond
the sacred gate
Where justice blooms
from white fragility's fate
I am the bible
I am the faerie tale
I am the scripture written
in the veil
Every page a petal
every word a thorn
I am the story
before the story was born