The Maiden

Once there was maiden, named Jayden,
who thought she was fair and beautiful.
In reality Jayden was vain and narcissistic.
Thoughtless and unfeeling, a life full of drama,
she did not go unnoticed.
An empty heart longed for love,
did not want her destiny to be alone.
Fears of being forever forgotten, unbearable.
Jayden could not grasp pleasure and victory just within reach,
went down to defeat, no chance for eternal harmony.

Counterfeit laughter, terror filled the air,
petrified of the illusion, an oasis in the desert,
sand covered by a blanket of white snow flakes,
winter gathering the outcast, to hold, imprison
the brave restless travelers yearning to be free.

The mind a trickster, she had memories of music playing softly,
a prince giving her a special rose,
asking her to dance with him through the ages.
Together the healing would begin, scars released,
no longer numb from pain, dawn no longer dark,
he would save her from this disaster,
fix the spiral toward death and the grave.
Smashing the downfall, melt the ice in her veins.
Jayden would become his mate, no longer lost,
but a memorable, spirited woman,
a break from the tears that fall like rain
from her eyes, cool water washing away vanity.

Written for a club word association challenge. 5 lists of 15 words, use 3 of the lists, 5 words from each. I went crazy and used all 75 words. lol

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