𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀
...𝓐 𝓒𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓡𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰
: ̗̀➛ In a kingdom where midnight wears a crown, a blessed ring echoes with a heartbeat and love walks the thin line between gentle touches and possession.
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Hush now, child, don’t lift your head, The stars remember what the daylight said. The ballroom bloomed in gold and glass,
But love like that was never meant to last.
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He came in silence, cloaked in grace, With moonlight stitched across his face. He danced with one who wore a crown, And didn’t see the darkness pulling down.
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The prince was kind — until the chime, When midnight split the spell from time. The lights went cold, the music died, And something cruel looked out his eyes.
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A ring was dropped — not lost, but claimed, A heartbeat trapped, a soul unnamed. Now every step, the prince still hears, Through cursed halls and bloodless years.
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By day he smiles with gentle breath, But nightfall drips like wine and death. He searches still — through dream and skin, To drag the one who danced back in.
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So hush, sweet child, and close your eyes, Lest midnight finds where your silence lies. For when he comes, he will not ask — He'll press his kiss beneath your mask. And whisper low, in voice divine...
“You were never his. You were always mine.”
Never his, always mine.
Always mine.
Mine.
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