I watched over that child.
Loved her.
Since she was a tiny twinkle in her Dad’s eye.
I wished she would be happy.
She made her life hell.
Made her do all the chores.
Get down on her hands and knees.
Showed no Merci.
I know it’s calling the kettle black.
I haven’t been an angel all my life.
But I chose good over evil.
I saw the child crying.
I waved my magic wand.
Let magic do, what I could not.
Bring a smile to her tear-stained face.
Bring some hope to her doubting heart,
Before it gave up completely.
“Midnight”. I told her. “Don’t be late”.
I disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
And with a flash of crowns, silk and hooves,
She was gone.
Then I crept under night’s camouflage and waited.
They were there.
Displaying the entirety of their vestments.
They looked like peacocks, in drag.
He was there.
Young, sweet and handsome.
It was too late for me,
But not for her.
They danced for all they were worth.
They danced the night away.
“One step” “Two steps” “Three steps”
Her dress glissaded with the music’s many notes.
“Four steps” “Five steps” “Six steps”
His lips brushed her fragile neck.
“Seven steps” “Eight steps” “Nine steps”
Their eyes connected in a heartbeat.
“Ten steps”
The clock struck twelve.
She raced up the marble steps.
Her locks loosened.
Her attire faded.
And with a last flash of fading light,
She was gone.
Once more.
Running. Fleeting.
Faster.
Sprinting.
Like her life depended on it.
Racing to the door.
Sinking the heavy latch.
Esoteric breathing.
She was safe,
For now.
She changed into some rags.
Got down on her knees.
And scrubbed the sparkling marble floor.
Singing. Humming
Silent whispers.
Her cheeks turned red.
When she could do no more,
She crept up into the attic,
Settled herself on the straw bed
As sleep’s loving dream fell upon her sweet innocence.
As the dawn broke, her eyelids slowly flickered open.
She brushed a night’s cobweb from her untainted lips
And got ready for whatever the day may bring.
Her day was the same as usual.
Scrubbing. Washing. Cleaning. Cooking.
No time for forbidden dreams. Silent hopes. Hidden fantasies…
…Or was there?
“Ding dong” “Ding dong”
The door-bell sounded.
I flew into her room.
Peeked through the key-hole.
A Royal Duke was at the door.
Carrying something familiar.
Made of glass.
They tried it on their maggoted hooves. 
I pushed open her door a crack.
Wondered over.
Gently. Ever so silently.
She felt a poke in the ribs.
Looked around.
Who was it? Noone?
Her legs moved. All by themselves.
Maybe she hadn’t awakened properly yet.
She’d had a late night. 
She sat down on the stall.
Steadying herself.
Trying not to shake.
“Daddy never did repair it”.
He slipped it on.
It fitted like a glove.
Perfect.
Beyond Perfection.
He took her hand in his.
And raced towards the Palace.
To find her Prince.
No time to waste.
They had a Royal Wedding to plan.
I disappeared in a cloud of smoke,
For good this time.
My work was done.
But for the Princess, life had only just begun.