This lady's grief was not known, but set aside as a rumor.

A maiden who longed to curse herself to a long and foreboding slumber.

The nemesis is infamous, but what she did was requested,

A beauty must never be known for her flaws, no less a twisted mind.

There's a search for a cure, everywhere. The solution? Human connection.

Perhaps it could have helped in moments prior, but who's to pry?

Once the seal is broken, a light envelops the initiative and the response.

Change of heart, change of mind. A moment is all it took.

So the mechanism is in motion, it's all meant to reach a conclusion.

Why? The second the eyes were shut, the only conclusion was met.

A watcher holds it all in glass