Four black ravens fly over head
And you stare up at them with loathing
They are free, with no boundaries
And you are trapped
Like an animal
Or a slave.
Three black roses lie in your bony hand
And you wonder why
They remind you of everything,
Everything you cannot be
You cannot be beautiful
You cannot be trusted
And most of all
No one will protext you
Like the thorns on the rose.
Two people stare down at you,
One a woman, the other a man.
The woman has a look of horror
And the man-
You cannot face him.
You look away.
One heart slows
To a barely heard thump
And yet it seems to echo.
You will die soon,
And then what?
Years of learning
Could never have
Prepared you for this.
The man kneels
And seems to offer you
Just one more chance
But no!
You are already humiliated
You refuse to let him care.
He is your enemy.
You fling the roses away
You can't stand them-
They mock you, saying,
"Look at our beauty,
Look at how much people love us,
Look at how protected we are."
And you have nothing.
You have always unconsciously
Worn a cruel mask to hide your emotions
But that mask shattered
And now you may be mocked.
One last breath
Slips from your full lips
And now you are free
No more nights of torment
And no more fights to the death.
No more street rat,
But you always remember your love
For Princess Jasmine.