Throughout the years
Cinderella watched as pedestrians passed,
Blood dripping off her hands from her actions.
Her victim wept,
Her tears red
From the knives in her head
‘please’ the girl cried
But as the knife came down,
Her body just lied.
Soon she would see the prince
She thought as she began to rinse
The blood from her soft hands.
Her step sisters simply left for the ball
To escape their sister’s inevitable downfall.
Cinderella threatened an old witch,
Whose clothes were tattered
To make her a dress to the point she mattered.
The witch obeyed,
Her hands gracing the threads
And out came
A dress cloaked in red.
Cinderella took a carriage
Made from the witch’s powers
Of dead animals and rotten fruit.
As she pulled up to the ball,
She was greeted by the prince.
She smiled in happiness and spite
For the girls behind him were showing delight
At the looks he cast at them.
Cinderella felt anger and hatred
One that only Hades himself could have
And quickly walked to the silverware.
Long and sharp,
Glinted at her from the table.
She picked it up and hid it,
Unable to hide her glee.
One by one,
Cinderella took out the girls
Whom were taking her love away.
The ballroom was covered in ruby red liquid,
Sticking to shoes and dead bodies.
All that remained were the Prince
And his new bride.
Cinderella pulled him close
Kissing him softly through bloodstained lips.
The prince began to scream,
To which Cinderella promptly cut out the tongue,
Causing silence to fill the empty room.
She held him close,
Eyes turning black and red,
For the ritual was completed
Everyone she hated was dead.
Corpses as their witnesses,
The Prince was filled with dread,
For this demon
Was to whom he would be wed.
This story is not over,
That much is true,
But watch out for those
Who are in love with you.