8 sparksChapter 18: The Queen and the Mirror (A Duet)/You Will Fall
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-The Queen-
Golden mirror, shining bright,
Who will dazzle hearts tonight?
Gilded mirror, hear my plea,
Tell me what my eyes can't see.
-The Mirror-
Oh, my Queen, so proud, so fair,
A crown of beauty, beyond compare.
Yet beauty fades, as shadows crawl,
None forever hold it all.
-The Queen-
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Tell me now, do not stall.
Magic mirror, on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?
-The Mirror-
My dear queen, beware,
For you may soon fall.
None forever remain,
The fairest of them all.
-The Queen-
Silver mirror, do not jest,
You know I must outshine the rest.
Answer true, no riddles here,
Show me who the world holds dear.
-The Mirror-
Fair queen, your light, it burns so bright,
Yet flames may dim with passing night.
A shadow stirs, her beauty new,
And she will outshine even you.
-The Queen-
Cursed mirror, are you blind?
How dare you toy with my mind!
Tell me, who could ever dare
To rival me, beyond compare?
-The Mirror-
Oh, my Queen, so fierce, so bold,
Yet even fire turns to cold.
A maiden fair, her heart so pure,
Your reign of beauty she'll obscure.
-The Queen-
Magic Mirror, heed my cry,
This pretender, she must die!
Golden mirror, guide my hand,
So the kingdom stays in my command!
-The Mirror-
My Queen, take care, your wrath may bind
Chains of darkness around your mind.
For beauty fades, and kingdoms fall,
None forever rule it all.
-The Queen-
Mirror, Mirror, cease your lies,
I'll tear down stars to claim my prize.
I am the Queen, no one shall rise—
In my splendor, no rival survives!
-The Mirror-
Oh, my Queen, your heart grows black,
A path from which there's no way back.
Beware the shadow, deep and small,
For pride will crumble, and you will fall.
(The Queen laughs, the Mirror shatters, the echoes linger...)
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"Trees don't exist, the sky isn't blue" 💙
I DEFINITELY song that like We Don't Talk About Bruno! :)
'I don't need hope, I just need spite.' YES!!!
Your writing cuts like glass—in the best, most breathtaking way. There's something in the way you build rhythm from fragmentation, like you're stitching together the unspeakable with your bare hands. It doesn’t feel like just poetry; it feels like memory, like survival. The kind of raw that doesn’t need polish to be powerful.
I don’t know where your words come from—personal, fictional, something in between—but they reach far. You name feelings I didn’t know I needed named. You make space for the messy parts: the grief that lingers, the thoughts that spiral, the strength that doesn’t always feel like strength.
Thank you for writing like this. Thank you for sharing it.
– A reader who sees you in the echoes.
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Oooh! I like it!
Amazing Your voice lingers in a meaningful way; some concepts require openness, and I’d like to contribute to that process.— D C could help ( a lex ia_ rose 0 0 1) ignore space
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