she’d felt them everywhere she’d gone
those strangest tidings in each song
discovering herself at last
that slipper left behind of glass
returned to live with that old witch
I kid, I kid, ‘twas just some bitch
she’d turned into a pumpkin last
so very fast the night had passed
clock striking twelve, the time was nigh
so unprepared to say goodbye
her guts would hold her hope — the curse
to carry ‘round seeking a nurse
despite becoming quite the fright
she had resolved to be alright
no matter how, she’d figure out
what this great love was all about
uncovering such seeds to sow
becoming greater than they’d know
no longer just the heartful whore
her purest passion would so pour
she’d let it live inside her heart
inspired so to make this art