Cinderella

Cinderella, so sweet and innocent,

Like a bird taking flight on a summer’s day

The sun shining so brightly upon her skin

Castles blooming from the ivory clouds above

As her youthful dreams fill the sapphire skies

Longing for a home in prince charming’s arms

When she finally lands on snow-white steps

Dressed like a princess, in all her finery

All the world stands in awe of her beauty

Cinderella, she will go grow old

The sky will darken and angry clouds will form

Thunder will crash and lightning will strike

Frying innocence dead where it stands

The world, a party of sorts, will start crumbling

The guests fading away, but she, alone, will remain

Falling away at the seams, it will seem

Sparkling dress lit afire and burning

Ashes falling with each footstep forward

No where to go, she will lie lost to the world

Having fallen from heaven into the hands of hell

The cloud castles will blow away on the cruel winds

No purpose to follow them, they won’t be the same

On she must go, in the land of poison and forgotten dreams

Where good girls die and the sky doesn’t snow

Her inner monsters will wrap up their long wait

Those devils lurking in darkness for her descent

To devour her whole in a delicious feast

A showdown, a bloody battle, against their weak prey

So there she will be, cold and torn apart on dust roads

Her world shattering crimson before her eyes close

No party dress, no silky nightgown, to protect her nakedness

Until finally, like all that is living, she will surrender to eternal sleep

...and, sadly, no prince charming will ever come to her rescue