Once upon a dreamy night, a maiden slept tormented by fright,
From wild dreams, placed upon her by a bitter enchantress whose power would astound,
Her once kind eyes had no light, worn down like bracken in the unfaltering winds of winter’s night,
Her strong heart no more, she cried out in long drawn out screams, yet no sound,
Would be released from her frozen lips, so, she outstretched her hands towards the heavens.
Childlike innocence regained its composure, and she willed with all her might,
She extended her mind away from her turmoil; she would deliver herself, unbound,
Summoning all her strength that had wittered away in her bones, blazed, white,
And a symphony rang out, deathly, silent, final, first light would be found,
The wind swayed and swooned, collecting into a furious eruption.
The girl felt her grievances,
As she flew open,
Towards the light,
Into a thousand white,