Day and night,
In the mornings rainy or bright,
Work in the attic or the kitchen,
I clean the door and the floor,
In her stern sight I stiffen,
I wonder if she killed him,
Or his fate was already written,
A look in the room displays her cupids,
Maybe not hers,
Because something tells me they are dim and stupid,
As I tiptoe away from their room,
They are sitting on their bed,
Discussing a might be groom,
Turns out the king and queen mysteriously died,
What a pity, they were actually kind,
Now the sad soon to be king,
Is holding a ball for picking a pretty penny home to bring,
This is to shun the rumours,
That there are many he bribed,
And the mystery lies in him,
In my room a letter awaits,
Fairy godmother has sent me a message,
She wants me to go to the ball and make his time great,
So now in the blue flowy gown,
I make my way to the crown,
In the back of the palace we meet,
He is kind of sweet,
Wait its 12, I have to run,
At home I realize,
There is something with him,
I forgot it there in the moment's heat,
Next day I get a bad news,
That the prince also dies,
and this makes me stun,
I look at the glass slippers,
In both my feet,
Now beside my red gown,
This news also lies.
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General FictionStep into a World of Wonder: These poems are portals to places both familiar and fantastical. Inspired by the magic of Harry Potter, the courage of The Hunger Games, the epic heroism of Marvel, the enchantment of Disney, and the emotional depth of a...
