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The eldest daughter with hair spun like gold
had not a palace or a throne.
A mother, a father, sisters,
and a home to call their own.
The faerie prince with eyes of amber
had everything he could desire.
A mother, a father, brothers,
and the gift of fire.
Prince and daughter carried their family name,
their pride, their honour; a heavy weight.
They would bloom greatness
until the legacy was tarnished by Fate.
A betrothal broken before it began;
he left her in the woods, they cry.
A once loved brother exiled,
his lover murdered for daring to defy.
A ruined leg and wooden carvings.
Bellies full of sorrow.
A sister running with the wolves
so they can live upon the morrow.
Their crimes are there for all to see:
The eldest daughter who didn’t play mother;
a faerie prince who’s like his father.
As wicked and cruel as each other.
The prince holds up a mirror.
‘Aha,’ he says. ‘We are the same.’
The eldest daughter sees it too.
Not their fire or masks but misplaced blame.
‘Perhaps we are wicked through and through.’
The faerie prince disagrees
because he can see the size of her heart
and the way it bleeds.
‘We are the same,’ he says once more.
Because this is Fate’s grand scheme;
not wicked siblings but cheated children.
Perhaps together they may heal and dream