Midnight's Hush
Cordelia Cross
Dec 27, 2023 02:12
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In the midnight's hush, where shadows weave,
Twelve princesses, secrets they conceive.
In silken gowns, through the moonlit glade,
They dance, their steps an ancient trade.
A palace veiled in a spectral trance,
Where echoes linger, a haunting dance.
Each night unfolds, a clandestine ballet,
In realms where darkness holds its sway.
Their shoes of silver, worn so thin,
Tales of midnight revelry begin.
A father's sorrow, a king bereaved,
As his daughters dance, their souls deceived.
The bedchamber door, a portal unseen,
To a realm where the ethereal convene.
Through winding staircases to the unknown,
A labyrinth where their secrets are sown.
The forest floor, where moonbeams sigh,
Hides the truth, beneath the sky.
Invisible threads of enchantment cling,
As the princesses dance, on the edge of a wing.
A cursed magic, a nightly spell,
A kingdom locked in a shadowy well.
The shoes that whisper, the gowns that wane,
As the princesses dance, a spectral bane.
A prince appears, with a quest untold,
To break the chains that the secrets hold.
Through the midnight realm, he descends,
To unearth the truth that darkness defends.
But shadows deepen, and secrets unfold,
As the tale of the twelve, in darkness, is told.
A dance of shadows, a kingdom's demise,
In the arms of the night, the princesses' cries.
