Cinderella

She lays on the sparkling floor,
That she had scrubbed that night.
No such thing for her as sleep,
No freedom of flight.


The tears that fall,
Pool by her hands,
Hands that hurt,
Pain she can barely stand.


Chains on her ankles hold her still.
Cleaning and cooking for,
Those who give her no care.
And continually cut her to her core.


Their tongues so sharp,
Slice as deap as can be.
No comfort for her,
Except her gardens and trees.


Sitting in the branches,
Withoug a single care,
Cinderella sits,
Wishing for an answer to her prayer.


A black horse waits,
In the distance across,
The beautiful maiden.
Whose fruit to the horse she'll toss.


Belonging to the Prince,
The horse visits the maiden,
With the man astride,
Who's breath is taken.


The girl in the tree,
Gives the horse the treats,
She hits the ground,
Landing on her feet.


The prince watches her.
The silhoette in the distance.
He pulls up his courage,
And askes her to the dance.


The next night she leaves,
In secret to dance the night away.
To be in his arms,
But only til midnight can she stay.


The time comes for leave.
She runs away,
Back to home,
From the path she never strays.


Later in time,
He comes to find,
She's a slave in her home.
The one with a heart so kind.


He steals her away.
And into the night without care.
To go live happily forever.,
In the love that they share.


And beneith the moon each night.
They sway, her in a silk dress.
And beneith the stars,
They lovingly kiss.


A prince and princess,
Live happily ever after.
To be together forever,
In love and laughter.