The Birth of Maleficent
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
In all of eternity
Two star crossed lovers’ nightmares arose
Riddled with insanity
She was the queen and he was the king
Sadly, neither were worthy
They both hid their hideous souls
The quandaries of the guilty
A misstep here, a slight blunder there
Too late, he realized his mistake
Her ego was injured, her fury inflamed
She vowed justice for her heartache
He was so green to the ways of this world
That he freely chose not to see
The scarlet feathered kisses and knives
Caused by his infidelity
He ceaselessly writhed against the current
But it was to no avail
It wrenched him into the lifeless dirt
His head betwixt his tail
Her thirst satiated and justice claimed,
Loose ends tied by the seams
He should have recognized that she was a
Nightmare dressed as a daydream
For better or worse, till the day you die
Those vows were clearly ignored
He could have been satisfied with her
But he always needed more