I placed my shaking hand
over the pain of the fresh wound upon my chest.
Stranded in the pit I'd fallen into,
overwhelmed by the deception I had faced.
I had danced with the Prince too late into the night,
and I watched him become the wolf,
just as the old tales
on the fantasy shelves had warned about.
Huddled in my shame,
I felt weak.
It was from deep within the chaos
that I looked up and saw your outstretched hand,
and I heard your soft understanding voice.
A hero to redeem my fall,
I rushed to grab my chance at safety.
But as you pulled me from the ditch,
I felt a sudden tremble
as I saw that you too,
had the eyes of the wolf.