A garmau cinnderella

A pair of eyes shining so blue,
A childhood promise destined to come true.

A pretty outside, a prettier inside,
And eyes of hazel or copper; refined

She cared not for the prince's looks or fame,
And he learned that ' cinndermau ' was her name.

As the clock struck twelve and she heard the chime,
She knew that she had run out of time.

She lost her locket within the rush,
And he'd use it to find her hiding in the hush.

And from the moonlit garden she fled,
He knew he'd have his own Cinnderella soul to mend.

Yet around the corner, a lurking shadow,
Still has many surprises to bestow.

This is a garmau story with a cinnderella or should I say"cinndermau" twist
I hope you enjoy!
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