Hated and reviled for wanting love.
Never accepted for how she was born.
Overshadowed by a twin, thought pure and good.
What if it was the white swan, who stole first?
The lake reflects the evil of her soul,
the curse cast to keep pain from another,
proclamations of innocence as fake
as the white feathers she is forced to wear.
A childish prince played with Odile’s heartstrings,
he saw only her unique exterior,
and not the true beauty held within her.
And it was herself that she safely cursed.
She set the white swan free to be with him,
then, her black hair into ebony feathers,
an outcast of swans and princes alike,
to feel endless freedom and happiness,
for the rest of her life.