049- The story goes...

And the story goes in such a way,
A way that would break a broken soul.
A girl was scarred by blood of her own,
and sworn she has to forever be silent.
She walked through the doors gracefully,
A pasted smile and a practiced laugh.
She had a cloak over her life,
A cloak that was meant to hide her pain.
A well thought out masquerade,
while she revels in her misery.
A prince walks into her crumbled life.
Puts the pieces together again.
Colours her life with hope and dreams,
Of things that shattered her very core.
A life she had before he came,
A life that was thoroughly broken.
He wears his mask well in place,
charms her into an endless haze.
Whoever would have predicted,
the charming prince was indeed a demon in disguise?