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