Glass Slipper
There’s a million glass slippers running across the galaxy
Scintillating in quiet fervour, wondrous constellated reveries
In sizes that vary, from supernova explosions to dwarf suns
But I could point out the most distant and say it’s the one
The one that barely emits light, almost devoured by the darkness
Of the eventide firmament, a pale eternity of madness
Unremarkable in comparison to other astral entities that rage
Indigo skies blotched with abstract shades, while it burns a solemn beige
But that broken glass slipper is the one I will always adore
Every night, I gaze upon it while nescient eyes shall choose to ignore
There’s a million glass slippers scattered across this infinity
But I only have one, my dear Cinderella star, I know she fits me perfectly.