She lived under the moon's soft glow,
A phantom soul, aging so slow.
No mirror dared to reflect her face,
A whisper lost in time and space.
Bound by her curse in shadows deep,
Where silence cried and stars would weep.
There came a prince who saw her light,
Embracing her presence, kissing the night.
He fell in love, without seeing her at all,
Undoing the spell, a whispered call.
There they stood, together as one,
Seeking freedom, a legend undone.