Everyone has a bit of the black swan,
graceful Odile come to mess up the day.
Everyone hides a bit of their true self,
within the flashy white feathers.
There lies a more powerful spell
than that placed on Odette.
There is one that pulls away the black curtain,
reveals the truth and pulls at the tiara.
It sits in the darkest corner of the heart,
dusted over and many times
too many people let it rot,
too many people forget the feeling.
It surges to the soul,
rushes a pang of confusion,
but then,
then there is finally a peace.
It is once that feeling of love,
evokes its true intentions
that the confusion washes away,
like the dusted coating on a shining pebble.
The Swan Queen will rise again.
Odette will be at peace in the sky,
much like the heart after a winter storm
after the warmth of the fireplace.
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