An Introduction

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Island of the Red Berries

What about the Villains?

When the clock strikes twelve,
a horned, white horse draws a carriage.
Out comes a brunette-haired lady,
carrying her purse of blue and red.
In six careful and little steps,
she arrives at the foyer;
her red gown flowing with grace,
and her hair flying with the gentle air.
As she passes in the elegant-looking entry,
comes in her view,
only a few,
royalties of the century.
The ball was grand,
and the most elite
are the only invited ones.
Apple-eating princess,
long, golden blonde-haired woman,

glass shoe-losing girl,

and their princes came together with them.
The mermaid turned human,
the frost-inflicting royal,
even the savers of India and China,
gathered for the special affair.
Heads turn
as the announcers voice
boomed in the air.
The most important guest has arrived.
At five past twelve, the clocks hands stopped,
and like a turn of the page,
the whole place changed.
Snow White collapsed on the floor,
Rapunzels hair was cut a half and more,
Cinderellas gown turned to a maids dress,
and their princes vanished in the mess.
Ariels tail appeared again,

Elsas heart turned to ice,

Pocahontas and Mulan went back to their battle zones,
leaving behind the event jumbled.
But the party was still on,
the most important person
now was not alone.
Sorceresses, conquerors,
wizards, and witches;
they all came together
to be the ultimate winners.
Disguised in princess-like gowns,
and princess-like faces,
no one suspected.
Tonight was their time.
It was their moment.
Finally, their own story
story of villain achievers.

To the Lord our God, who gives me the knowledge to write these little pieces.
To my parents, who always give me my needs, especially foods, when I was writing these.
To my younger sister, who slapped my head when I was being lazy in writing this anthology.
To my best friends, who pushed me to do these poems whenever I am lazy.
To my 2CSA blockmates, who remind us everyday of the things to do and to pass.
To Super Junior, who was, is, and will always be my inspiration.
This poetic anthology will not be possible without them. Thank you!