SinderellaA Poem by InyourshadowSeasonal funCinderella in her pumpkin rode a razor in her hand, to play her part as been fortold and given to this man. But not tonight no fairytale no happy ever after, for she would prove that this female cuts deeper than the laughter. The coach arrived her mask she placed as up the steps she swept, Her glass slippers each one had traced and their position secret kept. She saw her prince she saw her chance she led him to the floor, and there she led him in her dance of death born of a' mour his throat she slit and pulled away and down the steps she lept, for her feet as I did say they postion of each kept. Now free at last to meet her lover out beyond the wood were she awaitinted patiently beneath her crimson hood, © 2011 InyourshadowReviews
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5 Reviews Added on December 28, 2011 Last Updated on December 28, 2011 AuthorInyourshadowUnited KingdomAboutI am trying to broaden my abilities as a writer, hoping to learn new styles and ways to express myself. I am married with 4 kids and a beautiful grandson, plus my two wonderful yorkshire terriers T.. more..Writing
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