A dream come true.
A fairytale ending
She had won her prince at last and moved into the shining castle.
But her heart was still nestled in the cinders
Black and cracked
Something that crumbled in her hands.
The white walls were sterile and empty
Her love, a night’s enchantment
So in the end, she wanted nothing more than to return to the cinders
Bright red flames tear down the castle of her dreams
She smiles as her beautiful flesh burns
Making her one with the darkened coal that is her heart.