The absence of love

makes one a villain

in other’s hearts.

–

In the proposal

the weeping willow

sheds its leaves

to the sky,

–

while in the bowels below

the servants of the earth

forge war,

–

pull iron from earth

as it screams

to be reclaimed.

–

Above, silk napkins

unfold into laps

with a curt snap of wrists.

–

Into the depths

the princess falls,

into the opposite of heaven.

–

She opens her eyes

to the evil above her, around her,

near her, pouring out

like bearings onto sheets of gold.

–

“Maybe,” she thinks,

“we can exist

without fear of war?

Find a way together?”

–

This is no fairy tale,

but yet this

is precisely a fairy tale.

–

She dreams of her wedding

where all are invited

and all are expected.

–

She can see butterflies

swirl around her wedding gown,

her face reflected in a golden bowl,

the bloom of thousands

of attending fairies.

–

But yet, she is still falling,

full with the wisdom

that the spindle

curses everything it touches

–

and that her subjects are locusts

fated to swarm the earth

a thousand years

enduring the evil promised them,

–

until she burns herself out,

the last blood of the Phoenix,

destined from ashes to be transformed.

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