Monday, October 15, 2007
CINDERELLA
While chatter and laughter within,
The lights without drearily dim,
Stars vanish, as does the moon,
That earlier with gaiety shone.
Words, so soft, and from the past,
A haunting shadow seem to cast,
The time draws close,
When the choice you chose,
Shall be enacted.

Fleeting dances, champagne, wine,
As the world all seems to be fine,
Reminisces that blur and back away,
As you to the laughter and music sway,
Forgetful of what went before,
And of the clock's approaching hour,
When dreams shall be whisked away,
Like dreams in the ruthless day.

Seconds tick by, faintly solemn,
Warning of what is approaching them,
Ominous moments swiftly pass,
As all seem to have fallen in a trance.
The music quickens, waltz is in now,
As the ladies step back, and the gentlemen bow,

The clock chimes the witching hour,
The sound seems to pierce from afar,
Words flow back, through an endless mire,
The present dissolves, devoured by fire.
Horror rushes past,
To conquer at last,
The victim is won,
The dance is over.
posted by Clezevra @ 5:53 AM  
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