Un-mirroring

The dance

So the prophecy was true
The dance of the tide was not just a coincidence
It was a curse to all those who loved and loved all alone.

I still see a beautiful little girl who loved rain too much to become it.
I still see in her monstrous rage those bemused eyes that looked far away and far too deep.

I still see her trying to play with the shores .

But as they say "what you sow , so you shall reap"
I wonder what this little princess has done to become the evil queen.
Oh! It is love , she has loved .

And so she suffers from her mind.
Its as if her soul is screaming. Silently.