The End

We were meant to fail
Once again
We were meant to meet the end
And its greeting wasn't kind
So we tore it all to shreds
A Happily Ever After
Isn't a possibility
The teacups are laced with arsenic
And She'll always be asleep

Her shoes were made of glass
she cut
into a crystal blade.
She slit her throat
The fount
of blood spewed forth a serenade.
And we were meant to find
her corpse
rotting in the weeds.
Covered in lacerations
and entwined in filigree.

The apple burnt like acid
rain.
What was white was now stained
red.
Spilling through delicate
lace
What was alive is truly
dead.
Her lace bodice cried steaming
guts.
Her raven hair hid putrid
screams.
Her body was left for the
bugs.
No prince to save her from her
dreams.
When we came it was too
late.
To save her from vicious
demise.
Heart left on a silver
plate.
Maggots squirming through her
eyes.

The End
The End
Another story
A fairytale bathed in blood
The End
The End
Another death
Another lost
Another won