Cinderella Poem by Patrick Fealy

Those long & lovely movie stars
bedecked in gold and crimson garbs
had caused my mind to think upon
that girl transfigured by a wand
Oh would that I had come to show
to that fair darling that I’d known
one dance beneath the silver moon
one chance before to make her swoon
and sung to her the night wind’s song
out there before the chasing dawn
which came to drive her train away
that pumpkin toward the fleeting day
yet still I hold her crystal shoe
and conjure one that I once knew
to try once more to make a fit
of beauty that had come to flit
where night had left me standing by
one dream beneath the crimson sky
when beauty came to dazzle when
my darling was my dearest friend