's; what is it like to sit in the dark and stare at the stars,
to know that stardust awaits you when evening falls?
to look at your reflection and see the moonlight fall on your back
to see yourself in shades of bronze,
the light of a conquered age
what is it like to look in the mirror,
and see a face for the ages,
echoes of a new queen emerging
do you know then, what you’re becoming?
do you see the sun soon to shine out of your eyes,
and those very eyes soon to be hardened,
like the stone of the temples built in your name?
or do you see the girl you know you still are?
your cheeks still flushed, yet to feel the warmth of a gentle kiss,
the mouth that speaks only duty, never yet romance,
the eyes that must look down, but long to challenge.
is your story already written?
do you stumble with him, blinded by brilliance,
or do you bask in his rays?
do you know that to love him is to love a star,
and his faith will eclipse it with ease?
you two are legend, yet like the moon,
without him you seem to disappear.
you must know that you are walking into a place there is no escaping.
can you see it, in your familiar eyes?
does it whisper to you of power, of sacrifice, of wonders and wealth?
do you see what you are, or who you will be?
the crown atop your head is heavy with the weight of blood, my dear.
raise your head, and bear it strong.
with you to gaze upon, they will never see it fall.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 一 Aradia Bathory.