Evil Queen
I was once the Lotus Flower
The perfect peach everyone wanted
The friend everyone needed
With a heart of pure love and pure stone
I loved him with my whole heart
He was my morning sunrise
And the moonlight to my dark and stormy night
He fell in love with my inner beauty
Not with what the others saw
But they could not stand to see me happy
Flaunting around with a boy of no status
So they took him away from me
And I became the cursed woman no one longed to see
So I got my Revenge
I killed all of the live stock
I took all of the food in my village
And I cursed their first burns
If I cannot have happiness neither can they
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