non

his eyes were like soft emeralds that dazzled in the sunlight,

blonde wisps of hair shifting about as he walked

in powerful strides

his lips only uttered the truth,

and his voice would resound as if angels had sung

with untold wisdom lying behind that charming grin of his,

he was perfect

everyone adored him --

they worshipped the very ground he walked on,

begging for just one glance from the handsome stranger

of course,

to which he would give them with the gentle crease of his eyelids

and the parting of his lips to showcase his rows of white teeth

he wasn't crude, either

but held a kind soul within the depths of his chest

that pounded for justice and all things good:

the town's hero

but one day there was thunder,

rain pouring from the clouds above,

an omen of wickedness

through the plumes of mist,

down came a witch

she had green skin,

sickly irises

and a nasty frown

she proclaimed that she wanted to seek their famous "mascot,"

as the town had cursed her eons ago

she wanted revenge:

to remove their beloved hero

so the blonde came,

riding on his white steed,

determined to do what was right

he knew he had to fight for this,

to not risk the town's demise,

for he loved all the people within it

witch!

he exclaimed, a prominent and smug grin on his face,

i have come!

but when the woman turned around,

the hero could not believe his eyes

although her skin looked like the color of a musty bog,

and her eyes were rather deterring,

she was beautiful

before he could comment,

the witch cackled and pointed at finger at the blonde

fool!

she laughed,

you've only come to meet your doom!

i was once the princess of this wretched town,

but they turned me into this ogre-like figure!

it's horrendous,

so you shall pay!

the hero bent down on one knee,

bowing to the witch

she grumbled confusedly and lowered her arm

what are you doing,

she asked, seriously puzzled

i-i'm here to kill you

but the hero only regarded her with a sanguine smile

and lifted his glimmering eyes to meet her gaze

princess,

he declared valiantly,

though this curse has affected you so,

i still believe that your beauty holds no bounds!

your youthful glow still radiates on,

even in such a form

i would be honored to

the witch rolled her eyes before he could speak more

and zapped him with her index finger

so the hero crumbled into a tiny pile of dust

and the sky cleared up within mere seconds

the former witch transformed

into her natural form,

a fair-skinned,

beige-haired princess,

a puffy pink ballgown hugging her body,

and a small diamond tiara on top of her head to finish the look

you really thought i'd leave the curse on just because

you thought i looked good?

she snorted, condescendingly looking down on the pile of ashes

please,

you're delusional

she suddenly sneezed,

scattering the dust in the breeze,

and sniffed,

rubbing her nose

besides,

she continued, adjusting her gown and crown,

i'm a lesbian

the end