Her Fantasy World

Her teardrops fell upon the sand,
the boundaries to “No Man’s Land”.
Beach blanket bingo and run away dreams
All she has are the seagull’s lonely screams.

Washed out sand castles; sun-bleached shells.
This is the reality of Cinderella’s Hell.
Horses from mice and mice to men,
No fantasy world she lives in…

Her world, stepsisters and evil stepmother,
Torn clothes and dreams undiscovered.
Her long curly hair drapes to her dishpan hands
As a loveless prince wanders the lands.

Happiness finds a way to her heart,
She’ll find her prince and then depart.
Even a life covered in the darkness of night
Can find their armored clad knight.