Cinders Path: A Poem That Tells The Tragic Truth About Fairy Tales

She wandered to the waters edge

As tears fell down her sullen cheeks

And as a frog would gently croak

A kiss was far from in her reach

As Cinders swept a dirty floor

Of trampled mud from sisters who

Would want for this & shout for that

Her dreams were washed in soiled gloom

And birds would sing on window sills

As mice would strive to clean all ills

But apples bite would taste so sour

As spindles jab destroyed her hour

And so she slept away from pain

Within her fragile, glass domain

Whilst others cursed at wasted youth

That lay so still in tranquil peace

As knights would ride & pass on by

In search of love to fight their deeds

Yet place a kiss upon her lips

Was all it took to waken thee

But Cinders part had long been played

As caution rode on thickened paths

And as the weeds encircled time

Alone she stayed bereft of love

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