She was beauty personified, but in truth
She was a wish upon a star,
Like folk lore of times before,
Cloth used from plague victims before, she was
Of mind and body that would bind a soul
Vilified by what was sewn in before,
She played her part well, A real girl,
But the toll on a father now frail and bone,
Two sisters not of blood
And a mother not her own,
A father pasted on midnights charm,
Was it cinders or the sisters?
No one knows.
"Sisters two. What time does mothers clock chime,
And for those words in the basement mother kept,
but old houses have space in walls,
And cinders spied on all,
The letter came of a dance at princes hall.
"We three shall dance the heart of the prince,
"My daughters two,
"One will be queen and we shall rule,
Cinderella anger spent, now just vengeance,
She called upon the one who brought her life,
"Entombed am I to the palace,
"I must dance,
"My child birthed from my wanton words,
"I will gift you freedom,
As a wand did flourish and skin was nicked,
Blood will birth your desire as arcane words were spoke,
"Let the rats be you steads as black as night,
"Eyes redder than blood moons night,
"The pumpkins out of season but will have to do,
What of a dress my mother of magic?
As barley cloth did hide modesties touch, I have
Suffered this indignity for far to long I need to be
As I was when flesh did grant upon my touch.
"A dress from the blues of your eyes,
As whispers and smoke descended
Out of tatters did beauty radiate,
A goddess seen in all men's eyes.
"Beware the time little one,
"At midnights moon,
"The Twelve chimes shall undo this magic's words,
Upon steeds and a carriage crimson orange
She travelled though ranchers wood,
And the kingdoms castle did reach upon the clouds
Are you on the list,
Cinders looked for witnesses at what was to perspire?
And blood specks did taint the floor,
As wiped was the shard, a heel diamond
That cut like a guillotine upon soft flesh.
In awe were those who saw her beauty,
A Princes attention taken from sisters two,
"My lady, pardon your name.
"Cinders kind sir,
"Would you like to partake in a dance,
The moments were gaining pace,
As midnight was about to grace, lips so near to touch.
Chimes counted down as Cinders ran,
A slipper did slip it fell.
"I will find you my beauty,
As steeds did squeak,
Pumpkin did fester and burst covering
Cinders now once again tattered clothes.
In the basement found tears did pour,
"Mother cinders is here filth and all,
Then the knock of authority did strike upon the door,
Was cinders from her hell hole,
The prince did enter this home
Crystal slipper in his gentle hold.
My ladies please would you honour one with a foot,
As one did try then another,
Mother did try but size twelve was her foot.
Is there another to greet this glass as a whisper came
Though another door,
A shoe was passed through shy was she,
A farce to make the princes curiosity peek,
Mother and daughters rushed in and words did speak,
Then silence for moments,
Is in the room shard did cut upon flesh and
Not of her own did spill, And into the basement limp
Bodies blooded fell.
As glass touched foot,upon the spell,
A dress did knit on her body well.
"Dear sir the shoe does fit a foot so well,
"Does your mother not to wish you farewell,
"No there just killing time in the basement,
"We said our goodbyes all is well,
Cinders now queen, but still tainted at the core,
Her festering unnoticed hidden from all and everyone,
If even a notion of thought she saw,
Then glass slipper was her weapon of choice.
Years did pass many vanished without a trace.
Then the news of Cinderella's upcoming birth,
"breath your majesty,
As new life to birth, with screams in the soundproof walls
A baby girl, of tainted cloth and rotting straw,
She had her mothers old eyes two blue buttons and cute nose,
"Make my child all new born as I am now,
As words of arcane gestures spoke,
Lightning graced upon ground,
Flesh did cinder and smoke.
A new princess was now born,
But the prince now ending under lighting smoke,
Child and mother did rule in kind,
For now they festered in evils cloak, and the kingdom
Had an age of despair that had never been seen or spoke.