Ashes and Embers
Cordelia Cross
Dec 27, 2023 02:07
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In ashes and embers, a tale unfolds,
Cinderella's sorrow, a story of old.
A caged bird in a world unkind,
A golden heart in a world confined.
The hearth's cruel kiss, the soot-stained face,
In the shadows, a spirit's grace.
A gown of rags, a glass slipper's gleam,
A dream that flickers in a world extreme.
The clock strikes midnight, the magic wanes,
A carriage crumbles, leaving but stains.
In the masquerade, a fleeting delight,
A pumpkin's carriage takes its flight.
Stepsisters' envy, a mother's scorn,
A slipper lost, a fate reborn.
Yet in the darkness, a hope persists,
As Cinderella's spirit resists.
A fairy godmother, a spell well-spun,
Yet when the night is over, it's done.
Back to the ashes, the hearth's cruel glare,
A princess born of despair.
A prince enchanted by the elusive grace,
A search for beauty in the darkest space.
A glass slipper, a tale untold,
In the echoes of midnight, secrets unfold.
Yet even in enchantment, shadows creep,
In Cinderella's heart, secrets seep.
A palace lost in the starry night,
A princess who yearns for her own light.
In the end, a tale of glass and gold,
Cinderella's story, both bitter and bold.
A dance in moonlight, a fleeting trance,
A darkened fairy tale of circumstance.
