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