November 2nd, 2006
Night of Cinders
The mask is firmly placed over half of her face
She entered the hall.
The hall looked at her
An unexpected guest
A mystified prince
All speculating
All in awe
The prince approached and asked for a dance
She shyly accepted
The night was perfect
The night was young
They danced forever
So young, so young
The hall looked on
In time, the mask grew heavy
This is not her!
She does not belong here
All eyes on me
In time the mask grew longer
She couldn’t breathe
The air smelt of perfume and sweat
All eyes on me
It is midnight
The hall looked on
She looked at the prince
The prince looked at her
Nothing
She smiled sadly.
Nothing
The clock strikes twelve
He picked up a cracked, glass slipper
Saw the pumpkin on the road
Heard a dainty, tinkling laughter
Saw a silhouette dancing under the vast, starlit sky
She was gone.