A/N: I am not a poet, nor do I claim to be. I just wrote this because I had an inpiration about what Diana felt like when she saw Henry and Penelope together.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own The Luxe series or any of the characters.


​When I look
in that mirror
I can't see
anything
but grief.

My love abandoned me
in my dire time of need.
He stomped on my heart
and left me for her:
that harpy, that witch.

He had called me
his true bride,
but I now see
that all was a lie.

He wanted that witch,
that soulless bitch.

When I look in the mirror,
I now see a girl without a soul,
for hers was taken
by her love.

If I see my soul again,
it shall be with him,
the man I love,
whom I also hate.

And if I see that harpy-
that cold-blooded fiend-
I shall claw her soul out
and burn it,
for she shall not have him for long.

Henry has now seen
what it feels like
to be
neglected
by his love,
his true love.