Unheard Poetries

The Unknown Protagonist

Let me tell you a story— an interesting tale,

The complexities of life and love;

Where the main character isn't holy— just unnoticed and frail.

A story of a broken young gal who hadn't received love...

Long ago, in a far away kingdom—

There lived a two opposite princesses

One's a fair with a charm,

Other's a swart that's likely to surcease

It started then, when father King called;

With ball gowns and tiaras— they quickly rushed.

The swart princess started to feel cold;

When father King secluded her— quite harsh.

Mother Queen then was utterly vain;

Of beauty's prowess and gallantry.

Seemingly to approve in hiding her daughter— chain!

In the darkness of coarse insecurity.

The swart princess never felt love because of her visage;

While the fair princess possessed it all.

It was until the two princesses aged;

Ready to find a prince, a love— to fall...

She was freed, yet remained unknown;

Ejected from the palace of glam...

An ingenue of her own—

Started her journey in the world of sham.

She then met a knight on her way—

Striding in a black, fierce steed!

Covered with shawl— as dull as the grey;

There hid the princess; In a steed— afraid to be feed.

Their love story started right there...

But, was soon put to a halt!

When it's announced in the air—

The knight was bound marry her sister so fair— default!

For he was no knight but a prince;

Vowed to marry but a princess— a titleholder!

Her heart was broke in half and minced;

When he told her he'd marry a princess not a goner...

True enough, she was charmed by a charlatan!

A good for nothing persona—

Whose drive is power and greed— t'was called a man.

Irrational— full of unnerving paranoia!

The wedding was a blast;

She was there; Eyes full of indifference

Expression was aghast;

When all of 'em saw her, in defiance!

Abhorring everything that destroyed her life;

Her family and the man she trusted most.

And then, she fished her knife!

There, she killed them in angst and loathe!

Laying on a concrete floor— the palace was in havoc;

The queen on the left, the king the right— inanimate;

Breathless, unable to hide her again in a gloomy dock

Now, without oppression she can fight her fate...

With the help of a witch, the swart princess changed her face;

That of a queen of beauty of all living creations on water and land

Those who hinders faces their graves—

Shackled in a midst of wonderland

And that girl was now called "Evil Queen"

An Evil Queen so vain— who kills!

No one would notice even if one is keen—

For she's too proud to show what she feels; That

She's lonely and full of regrets—

Unable to bring back her family alive

And so she lived her life to the abyss of distress,

Hiding her pain inside the box of pandemonium's hive.

She's bowed to live her life until death;

In misery and melancholic agony of being lorn.

That nameless girl was me, the unknown villain that will remain in a myth—

As an evil creature who was once forlorn...