Any and Everything

In a land where shadows fester deep,
Lived a maiden who no soul could keep.
Cinderella, cloaked in dark,
A harbinger with a twisted heart.

Born from sorrow, bred in pain,
She walked where death would reign.
Her stepmother’s hate, her sisters’ scorn,
Fed the darkness she had worn.

The ball was called, a night of cheer,
But Cinderella’s presence whispered fear.
No fairy god, just blackened art,
She wove her dress from the devil’s heart.

In shoes of glass that sliced the ground,
She danced a dance of silent sound.
The prince, enthralled, was drawn near,
But her smile promised something to fear.

In a hidden chamber, cold and dim,
She drew him close, then tore into him.
Not with a blade, but with a breath,
Cinderella brought swift death.

The kingdom fell, as she did rise,
An entity with soulless eyes.
No happy end, no life to mend,
Cinderella, the reaper’s friend.

Where she treads, no flowers bloom,
Only the scent of the grave’s perfume.
She haunts the night, where shadows creep,
Cinderella, who makes the angels weep.