I gaze far,

Towards my empty horizon,

To glimpse only a shadow,

Of your light.

Grasping at an echo,

Of your voice,

Through memorized tears,

Of a young girl,

A memory of a beginning,

From so long ago,

When Cinderella’s slipper shattered,

Teaching that young girl

That not all,

Get to attend the ball.

This broken fairytale,

Has wandered,

Through the confines of this space,

Looking for her place,

In the storyline,

That ending of soothed fears,

Happy tears,

And of love,

Of the all encompassing kind.

But not all princesses,

Find their prince charming,

Some princes,

Are the beast,

Dressed in glittering ideals,

With no love, redemption,

Or compassion inside.

Leaving the princess,

To hock the castle,

And the kingdom besides,

For survival.

Damning that kiss,

Which awoke the slumbering,

Heart,

And the writer,

Who tore the story inside and out.

Carve it now,

A more modern tale,

Banish the wish and kiss,

For doesn’t that magic,

Demand a price?

I have nor more gold,

Nor beauty, nor names to guess.

Let mine be a vampire’s tale,

And not the glittering kind,

Of endurance, calmness, and isolation,

And death.

For it was I,

Who was shattered,

When the slipper fell,

From careless hands.