The Curse of Thorns
hush, sweet child, your fate is spun
the blackened threads have just begun
upon your brow a crown may gleam
but dark things stir beneath the dream
a spindle waits, a thorn’s caress
a single drop—no more, no less
and when it falls, so shall you sleep
where shadows coil and secrets creep
no lover’s kiss, no mother’s tear
no whispered prayer shall reach you here
the stars will pale, the dawn will die
a kingdom lost to lullaby
and I shall watch as roses fade
their petals wilt in mournful shade
for none shall wake, and none shall weep
when love and light are mine to keep
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2025
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