The midnight bell tolled-
Each strike a death knell to the day,
Yet soon a vaguely recounted memory as the next took its place.
Then just as it seemed that the sound would vibrate forever… nothing followed.
The last chime hung expectantly in the air, then faded-
The midnight bell tolled no more.
And as its mournful tone died away to be forgotten into yesterday,
She realised that she had missed the ball,
Her thoughts had remained stuck on the mundane,
Never looking beyond her self-imposed cage.
And she had not seen her fairy Godmother waiting at the spotless sill tapping at the glass.
Not now for her a dance with a Prince,
Nor even a dalliance with a lesser dignitary,
For the music had stopped, the glitter had faded- only the un-chipped slippers still sparkled,
All else was silent and dark.
Waking the next morning, she gave a cry of despair and ran from the house-
Who had left finger prints on her precious glass?
Bemoaning her fate to live amongst fools,
She wiped the last remnants of hope from her life.