The midnight hour
Comes, cold and heartless;
Empty of all thought,
Devoid of empathy.
Cinderella has
Come and gone; as her
Magic fades away,
Leaving a maid where a
Princess once stood. Now,
Her riches have turned
To rags once more; her
Only hope lies in the
Morning so far from
This midnight hour.
She does not know this,
And weeps in the darkness.
Comes, cold and heartless;
Empty of all thought,
Devoid of empathy.
Cinderella has
Come and gone; as her
Magic fades away,
Leaving a maid where a
Princess once stood. Now,
Her riches have turned
To rags once more; her
Only hope lies in the
Morning so far from
This midnight hour.
She does not know this,
And weeps in the darkness.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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