Shadows & Angels (Atty Awards)

Sonnet - Cinderella

Enter the ballroom in nothing but rags

And ignore the eye of the handsome prince

For only the fool is prideful and brags

Of painful memories that make you wince

And circle the dancefloor, keeping your stance

Your floating illusion around your waist

Stand proud and tall, till he asks you to dance

At midnight, for both, will be your first taste

The clock strikes twelve and each gaze is on you

Cinderella's a lowly maid, SURPRISE!

In place of the prince, a small frog croaks true

And they remain, drenched in each other's lies.

So I urge everyone to speak the truth

Or you, like Cinders will kiss a frog too.