Wrought Iron
By SMYGO4EVA
Love was an emotion she wasn't allowed to feel, they very sentiment that was taboo to her, and the very thing that was stolen from her. She didn't know that she wasn't the only one. There was another who suffered the same fate. She was hoping for one who was just like her, but that wasn't the case. The one who also had love stolen was of pure evil, conjured of nightmares themselves. One who had claws of black steel.
The individual was a goddess, her black hair like a silk glass waterfall of darkness, and one who was oh so beautiful. Beautiful in a malevolent sense. Even the eyes were a shade of silver, as of the golden thorn of hatred groaned inside. The woman bore iron claws, seeking redemption from her fate and blood from the one who placed the curse on her. They were alike, as much as the princess of Venus didn't want to admit, but it was so very true. This similarity held another truth: beauty always came with dark thoughts.
They sought the love that cruel fate had torn away in front of their faces, resulting in the broken sanity they had. They become cold towards the world, their loveless demeanors baring a mark upon the ones who did care of them. Bitter as they have become towards life itself, and cold as wrought iron.