A Crown of Horns
Royce Miller

I could be just like you, had I been given a chance;
But you labeled me “evil” when you first took a glance.
For I am not fit for thine standards of ideal beauty;
And judge me you did, though it be not thine duty.
My fair skin pale, with a slight jade tinge;
Green with envy, not with nausea, nor dinge.
Do you dislike my eyes, cast from fossils of amber?
Or My stained crimson lips, of blood and of glamour?
Could it be the violet and black hues of my robe;
That warrant thine ire, burden me thine loathe?
Or is thine fear that I could have been born;
To sit on thine throne with my crown of horns?
We could have been equals but you cast me aside.
You made me your enemy, you made me your blight.
For now Stephen, to Thy and Thine, I wish well;
For nine months from now, I will put Thy and Thine through Hell!

actions have consequences
Linda Crate

how is it
that you knew
of three lesser
faeries,
but not me?

to be told one
isn't wanted at a
christening

an event where
everyone is invited

was quite the insult—

i could've blessed
your precious daughter,
but you earned that curse;

you don't neglect the
queen of the fae
and expect to go
unpunished for your rudeness—

some may say it is wrong to
curse a child,
but had i cursed her parents
they would say the same;

i am not to blame
for the poor decisions of humans—

actions have consequences.

Maleficent
Adam Robinson

In a magical kingdom, there is a gorgeous huge castle where all the royals gather to honour the queen and king’s daughter, Aurora, who is destined to be the princess. In that castle, there is so much joy and happiness, every fairy in the kingdom was invited. But there was one who was not: her name is Maleficent. She is the darkest fairy of them all.

But we fear her as she creeps on by, her eyes stare into the night, she stares at the castle at night. She thinks to herself, “wow look at all of them humans celebrating together.” Her eyes, turned into sadness. Tho’ a strong dark women feels much pain, watching everyone at the party. “My kingdom,” she thinks to herself, “is just so dark and gloomy and beautiful. But alas, every inch of that castle is so…light. I am a creature of the night, a dark fairy that will haunt your dreams. And at night I wander through my dark castle, seeing my shadow shown upon me; the only company I have is a beautiful raven. So the story is said, there are stories to be said about my story, I am fearless, proud, and I demand respect. I am proud of who I am but what I want is different to who I am. I want to be accepted in the society. Everywhere I go, the room shivers and the room goes silent, they feel a cold chill in the air. Is that because the castle doors are open or something else? Something dark and cold that fills the air. Why am I so hated? Why I am so misunderstood? Because of who I am? Because of who I look…humans are no different. I may be different and look different, but I am strong and proud.”