burnt wings → myth poetry

she is the light and the dark

in the darker part of the forest
a hand reaches from the shadows.
she takes it.
she’s never been this far from home.

i can make you queen, he says,
queen of the darkness.
she’s only a princess.
she’d like to be a queen.

don’t eat the pomegranates, he says,
or you’ll have to stay forever.
she eats four seeds.
she never wants to go back.

she’s traded a princess’ tiara
for a queen’s crown;
pink pastel flowers
for dangerous thorns;
she’s traded obedience
for power over a realm of her own.