Glass Slippers

Sounds like a fairy tale
gone bad,
like a lie
has been told,
like a prince charming
gone mad,
like his touch
has grown cold.

Imprisoned to your chambers
with shackles to your heart.
Your prince is now a stranger.
Your luxuries turned sparse.

The glass slippers
belonged to you,
but only
for the night.
Refusing to
return them too,
you brewed
this dreadful sight.

Resume, restart,
simply return…
this all,
you claim to yearn.
Still there you stay
where skies are gray,
meanwhile
the candle burns.

The glass slippers
belonged to you,
your prince
did turn to toad,
your fairy tale
of diamond skies
was paved with
dead-end roads.

Imprisoned to your chambers
with shackles to your heart.
Your prince is now a stranger.
Your luxuries turned sparse.

Resume, restart,
simply return…
this all
you claim to yearn.
Still there you stay
where skies are gray,
meanwhile
the candle…