My heart does not hide from that of true beauty.
It hides from the pain that sent the wretched queen spiraling toward her blackened heart.
When life is formed it sparks of love.
When death has come, the poison is done.

I do not hide for fear of loss, I hide for fear of hate.
You say there is beauty in a rose that grows -
but petals that fall leave hearts to bawl.

A fairy tale is but a tale where every happy ending turns true.
But reality takes a different toll.
It takes the role of knight that never truly follows through.