I fell into the realm of nightmares,
A black and darkened world,
I landed before a mirror,
It reflected pain and lies,
For truth, it could not see.
A haunting voice beckoned me,
I tread through shadowed halls,
And followed it to my doom,
The spindle stood dangerous and proud,
I reached for it and my blood flew free.
My blood shifted and twisted,
Becoming a shining red apple,
It seemed innocent and delicious,
Yet, was secretly covered in poison,
One bite and I would have died.
The air was being drawn away,
I gave chase seeking to live,
I found a loom made of nothing,
Weaving the nightmares I was trapped in,
Making them larger as time passed.
Tears were streaming down my face,
As I realized there was no escape,
The memories would always haunt me,
Just like the darkness reflecting off,
The shards of my broken glass slipper.