Happily Ever After Analysis

Once Upon a Dream, in a land far far away, lost in the maze of the mind of a princess lost to time and fate, there lived two tormented souls. Souls that had the grave misfortune of finding a love that was only meant to be lost. In the melancholy space between reality and wish, grew the tragic distance between love and union. Thorns of time and fate grew between them, thorns that pricked their hearts and wounded their souls. Dismal and dreary, the kingdom of love was shrouded by the wicked rule of a curse that could not be undone.

In a state of exile she now dwells, where lies her hopes, her fantasies, and a glimpse of gleaming eyes of a perfect stranger she had once met. A familiar vision. Death twitches her ear but, “Live” he says. They say
It is unusual. It is perfection. It is an eternal bliss. It is beautiful. Happily Ever After is what Aurora had spent year after year dreaming of and searching for. It was well known that It could not be hurried. Happily Ever After was Aurora’s reassurance that someday, her prince would come, and when he does, she would be happy and in love for the rest of her life. It was a promise to her that true love is existent, that endless happiness is attainable, and that love really could conquer all. And even to this day, with this hope, she rests her body on a silken mattress, with her cheeks pressed to the cool, velvety pillows. Toppled into it like she would on a cloud, warmth and darkness enveloped her as she remained succumbed to the call of sleep. waiting to unite with her prince once
He could not get his eyes off of her. Her face was a definition of beauty, with her cherry lips and rosey cheeks and her silky golden locks coming on her face time after time. He gently moved his hand towards her and tucked her hair behind her ear. He leaned towards her to gently kissed her on the cheek. Aurora mildly closed her eyes as she blushed when Phillip kissed her. She felt the warmth of his lips touch her skin. “May I have this dance?” Prince Phillip asked. As aurora was about to place her hand on his as a “yes”, the violent roar of an earth-shattering thunder shook all those who stood in the ballroom. An ebony darkness filled the room, its source unknown and its fear indispensable. The light and cheer were suddenly lost to the gloom and darkness of fear. As a green glow emerged from a corner of the pitch-black darkness, the fear only increased. She had returned.

The darkness worried Aurora and Phillip. Aurora’s imagination provided numerous beasts with fictional jaws and nails to lurk beyond the range of her vision. Aurora’s heart began racing as she held her baby tightly in her arms. The unusual fog was perhaps not so unusual. It had been seen before. Deep down every person in the ball room knew what it was, but too afraid to say it out loud from the fear of it becoming true. Alas, the smoke began to form a structure. A figure of a human body. Perhaps a woman.