The Fall of Maleficent
the sky was torn, the heavens burned
as fate, at last, her vengeance turned
the mighty horns, the serpent’s tongue
were drowned beneath the battle’s drum
with blade of light and steel so bright
they struck her down—an end in sight
but shadows writhe where witches fall
and curses live beyond the call
her laughter cracked like breaking bone
a shriek, a wail—a dying throne
yet in her ash, the briars grew
their roots ran deep, their thorns still knew
the castle sleeps, the curse is gone
but in the wind, her voice plays on
for wicked things do not stay dead
they haunt, they wait, they fill with dread
so heed the dark, beware the thorn
where roses bloom, a queen is born
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2025
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