Arachne was a peculiar maiden
Sorrounded by secrets deeply hidden
She was a mystery unsolved,
From her dark curly hair, for years uncombed,
To her chapped lips and dark eyes,
That seemed haunted with secrets and lies
To her ghastly gown, tattered and torn
To her everyday look that seemed forlorn.
But it's a curious thing to all
Because to one man, she was deeply adored.
Why would a lad, fair and strong
Adore a maiden as hideous as a troll?
Eyebrows were raised,
Curses and gossips hissed.
The man was bewitched
By Arachne's curse, he was tightly leashed.
Poor man, they said.
How can he be given aid?
The man laughed at all these,
While the folk's foreheads' creased.
The world may not have known,
But there's a beating heart underneath those tattered clothes
Wit beneath the scattered hair
Those chapped lips sing of love and care.
Oh indeed, he was bewitched.
To her pure and steadfast heart
He's forever leashed.
A/N:
Beauty beneath the surface. Look closely. Sometimes, things are not what they seem. Do not judge someone by her ghastly clothes or hideous hair. Because sometimes, magic hides behind the most hideous of things, colours behind the darkest of covers. Because magic is even more magical when found lurking in the most unexpected places.
-Yui
3/5/2016
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