Bittersweet Tradegy

He met his princess in a sweetness too bright to last,
a light the world was never gentle enough to keep.
He held her close, believing love could shield her,
but even the softest hearts melt when cruelty decides their fate.

She slipped through the cracks in his hands,
sweetness curdling into sorrow as he tried to gather what was already breaking.
What stained his fingers never washed away
a quiet rot, a sacred wound,
a truth he carried long after others buried her name.

They hid her in silence,
tucked her memory beneath lies polished into history,
erasing the girl he loved until only he
and the ones who destroyed her
remembered she ever lived.

But grief is patient.
It waits in the shadows of bloodlines,
in the hollow where her name should be,
in the unfinished story time tried to swallow.

And when she returned in another life,
the sweetness rose with her like a memory waking,
soft at first, then sharp enough to cut.
For some souls do not return seeking love
they return seeking balance,
reckoning,
the truth that broke them.

And she, reborn in another girl's skin,
carries both the light he cherished
and the darkness they created
the echo of a love too fragile to survive,
and the shadow of a tragedy waiting to be answered.