Alesia Leach Poet Rhyme

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

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Paige Hind May 11, 2025 at 3:53 PM This makes my heart ache. Our inner children sometimes though can soften our thorns, as well. We bloom eventually...:) Alesia Leach May 11, 2025 at 3:57 PM That’s so beautifully said, Paige--thank you. I love your thought about our inner children softening the thorns… that’s exactly the kind of quiet truth I was reaching for. Yes, we bloom--sometimes slowly, but always bravely.

Byeol Captain February 28, 2025 at 5:29 AM This is hauntingly beautiful and ominous prophecy. It appears to be dark fairy tale, warning a "sweet child" of their impending doom. The language is rich and evocative, with vivid imagery and metaphors.