The Evil Queen...

Had it not been for her beautiful stepchild, she may be happy

No longer could she fill the void with a mirror and a servant

It wasn’t fair, though it had never been for her.

A child born out of marriage, already a failure

Before she was even in the world her mother hated her

Wanting some kind of attention, she’d spill ink on her mother’s fur

She had no love, so she had bad behavior

No school for her, said she was too dumb

So she worked hard as she could, struggling each day

Collected her money, for her mom to just take it away

Yet everyday she persevered, bailing hay till her fingers were numb

Her life was miserable, full of nothing but work, hate, work, hate

Yet one day she met a boy who gave her love

And in her arms, she sheltered it like a wounded dove

He asked to elope, to wipe clean the slate

Had it not been for her mother, she might be happy

She would be loved and fed, rather than living with a vile serpent

Alas the boy was paid to run away, by himself, leaving her in a blur

She promised she would never love again

Heart shattered, soul split,

Her soul mate gone, and her the venom burned from her mother’s spit

Finally fed up, she looked for luxury with rich men

She had turned dark, manipulative and sick in the head

Never allowing herself to feel love, remorse, pain

When she was married, she might have found joy

He was wealthy, so she pretended to love him, but it was all a ploy

For when she was fed up with him, she killed him in his bed

Because of her own actions, she became a widow

Fooling the kingdom into thinking she mourned

Lone kings came as well, and she was adorned

When she met him, she had seen a new window

Had it not been for herself, she would not be happy

But her new husband had come with a burden

He had a daughter, a rosy-cheeked girl, who was beauty for sure

The queen had prided herself on her looks

Afterall, it was her charm which helped her rise to the top

While the hole inside was temporarily filled, that would stop

Then came the princess, stealing her prize like a crook

The kingdom ooed and awed at the gurgling baby

Cooking and holding the thing which ruined her life

She felt betrayed, like this child stabbed her with a knife

Filled with rage, she killed her newly wed, hollow inside she felt achy

What had she done?

She had happiness, but she lost it all

Drove it away,  like the horses in the stalls

Yet her reign of terror had only begun

Had it not been for that child, for her, and her mom, she may have been happy

But her actions spoke the loudest, she cursed herself and so her pain she had worsened

She became wicked and immoral, a vile woman. She had become who she hated the most,

Her mother.