the witch wasn’t always the monster she had one day awoken to find herself

once upon a time she had dreams, aspirations, goals

but she found her prince charming was not so chivalrous and in her heart was planted a thorn with poisonous intent

it festered and rotted until she looked on the outside as she felt on the inside

her dreams became spoiled her mind become rancid, all while she fell into the evil of which she had always denied

like a maggot exiting a cocoon she spread her evil all throughout the land searching for something so pure to tarnish the light of the sun

the spiral staircase called to her in her darkest need, the locked door beckoning