Excellence Award in the 'Just Keep Writing 2019' competition

Downfallen spell, countenance disfigured
A maiden reclined on the root of autumn.
One eye snatched by her blizzard, she knew he had sniggered
When the blade “mistakenly” pricked the crystal, she saw water

Of flame, dropping from the carcass of blue,
With half-blackened sight, she vanishes in a glazed look.
The maiden went astray in the forest, in her maternal shoes
Mumbling to scars and eyes, “It’s for his good and their good.”

Unaware of the passage of time, she felt a gloomy gleam,
Dragging her back to where dim and desolate;
In the winter, she would taste being a part of her dream,
She would rest beside him, would smile to her child, they would never separate.

Heavy snow covered by the thriving greens, Mary had her milk teeth,
Another eye snatched by the breeze, the maiden silently fed her dream.