Her face talks with the power of beauty
Mustaches knock the doors
To finish their Duty
Then let her cry on the dirty floors
Her beauty was disputing to stay alive
A wilted flower crying blood
When the fake spell arrived
To build the broken brick
With evilness she got sick
Innocence blood ran through her veins
Her skin drowned in the sea of bloody tears
Again and again
Mirrors screams when she pass
The castle was a bloody Trash
Inanimate Objects came to life
They cried and screamed
They wanted to run away
From the way she was having fun
She ended just like how she ended others
She slept till forever
Without a power
Written by : Shoug Emad Esmail 11s2
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