From within the darkness,
the shadows and the dullness and the anonymity,
lay the darkest being of all;
her name was unknown,
but her effulgence was told in every storybook
and her raven tresses held the most impossible light.
She would sing amorous hymns,
luring in princes from the four corners of the world.
Their hearts throbbed for this uncertain triumph,
their deceiving prize,
while she sat prostrate upon the cobbled earth beneath her
and prayed for this darkness to consume her.
The light, indulging in its golden treachery,
had left her chained for centuries and eaten away at her true intentions-
to fall into the darkness riddled with indifference.
The darkness had always been kind while the light had abused her,
taken advantage of her innocent nature to collect shiny trophies
who begged for her heart and for her hand.
Her throat had become raw and she now prayed for silence,
a moment without the promise of such a cacophonous ache.