She chose the next life
She thought she was out of options
She left behind a knife
In the hearts of all who knew her
In fear they scattered
Their hearts filled with darkness
The name never uttered
Became the evil thing they feared
“Our children will turn!
We must not speak of the evil queen.”
But the children burned
To know, to hear, to be heard
To pull out the knife
Embedded deeper with the silence
Of the taken life.
But the children never spoke.
The people still lived in fear
By the grief they refused to face
Until the day
One of the children chose to go
To live far away
The people screamed and mourned
This wasn’t right
This is not what they had wanted.
Let pain bite
Don’t pretend in never happened.
Help it mend
And learn from the mistakes
For as the wise have said,
History, if not learned from, will play again.