Fierce Fairytales

Once Upon a Time II
But the universe never promised
you this would be easy,
after all, you are the hero here.

And heroes are meant
to be forged golden
from the blaze.

It is up to you to rise again
from the fragmented shards
your foes left of you.

You must lift a sword
with reborn strength and take on
the demons in your ribcage.

You must devastate the chains
every violent person
has brutally placed on you.

And you must show them all
how they were simply
characters in your story.

But you, you are the author
of this spellbinding tale

Do not believe anything
except the whispers
of the trees.

They have never
lied to you.
They won’t start now.

When I chose to come back for the beast, I was not being brave. I was acting out of devotion and panic at the idea of loss. This being, who had respected my love of books, who was the only one who had ever known the real me and esteemed me for who I am, I came back for him, I could not let them take him from me. We do not abandon those who truly accept us for who we are, and if you could save all the people who accepted you completely, wouldn’t you go back to save them too

You do not have to be good to be brave.

You just need to know how to love.

You just need to unfold your heart

and recognize where you stand

and who you are

You may be gentle and sad now, girl

but you are still made from daring dreams,

wading through the silhouetted thoughts in your

own hapless mind that harness you

But that is what faith is, I was told.

Finding a reason to believe even when

no reason finds its way to you.

But that is what faith is, I was told.

Finding a reason to believe even when

no reason finds its way to you

Better learn magic tricks rooted in betrayal.

Drink poison every day and not die.

Cut yourself in half instead of showing him your pain.

Pull a whole new you out of a top hat every time.

And now for your next act,

drink the poison he gives you,

and make it look damned good.

In Absentia: A Common Curse

Absent fathers still raise daughters.

They just raise them to be prey.

They raise them to obey.

They raise them to wither

in front of every man

that gives them even

an inkling of the love

they never received

from their father.

‘She wears strength and darkness equally well,

The girl has always been half goddess half hell