The ice over the frozen lake, the solid rivers, slid along a beautiful figure. The snow-white surroundings made it seem like 'it' was shining in brilliance. Its black hair waved with the wind as it swept past over the ice, dancing and swaying seductively. The weather was extremely cold yet it wore only tight clothes. This was the black swan. Her wine-red lips were in contrast to her pale, glass-like skin. The rims of her eyes were red as if she had been crying.
Deep in the forests, in the middle of the frozen lakes, along the swerves of solid rivers, a swift figure swept by on the thin ice, perfectly balanced. Sometimes it would be unbalanced. Her mind was filled with animosity, while her dance portrayed perfect gratefulness and grace.
A crack on the ice's surface. The heavy weight of hatred which the Black Swan carried was too much for the thin ice to bear. A moment of carelessness lost in her own thoughts, her balance was interrupted. Too late.
She didn't bother to shout or frail her hands. No one was there to help her for they were much too focused on the bird with broken wings. The white bird which everyone looked up to was way more important than her.
The crack on the surface quickly froze over again. The cold was fast. Faster than the air bubbles which the woman let out as she sank to the bottom of the lake.
She knew that people would rather focus on the pain which the Holy, Great White Dove felt than focus on the hurt that the darkness had been feeling. They saw not her hurt but her contempt.220Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdQvd3pICjG
[Nice drawing btw. I just wrote what came to mind for me. Uhhhhhh so yeah whatever. that. yes. ok bye]
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