My Cinderella
By Eadgar Anton Crowe
In a wood led by lantern
My search is underway
Elizabeth, an angelic canter
In soul as well as name
For the hatred of other girls
Was hid away
I cry and fear by candle light
But still my wreaking brain
I know the shutterings of my heart
Will not see her safe
By night and day
And night again
I am irked
And despite my love,
From my search
I return
Alone and vain
Black Forest I proclaim!
Return my love at once
Or witness our flame!
Again the trees are mocking me
So a torch I have brought
Oh you will be my cinder Ella
Amongst these burning trees
And in the forest that once dwelled here
Our fires will never cease
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Copyright 2016 Christopher Allen
Published on Sunday, November 14, 2021.
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