Cinderella Poem by Thabani Khumalo

I picked thy shoe
At the castle gateway of my kingdom
And thus I figured that thou once were
But a princess by a sorceress' deed,
That once were thou the fairest by the
Doing of the fairyland magic's tide
So I have come all this way to give it back
To its owner by right with a quest overwritten it
For thee o Cinderella to dot my name
In thy book of good graces now and forever-more.
Be my queen and let us take the road less taken
And make me run like a bleeding nose.
Beside the cinders that thy soul layeth,
Upon the floor that's unclean with ashes
I have laid me down next to thee