Poem: Until The Clock Strikes

Mirror Mirror on the wall
Is this how the mighty fall?

With love a secret to be kept
And for her broken heart she wept

A lone glass slipper, left on the stairs
And so another’s future it mares

Til midnight when the clock strikes
Then the dust, her future bites

So the time is running out
To find your happy ending, lest you doubt

All magic does comes with a price
Take a chance, and throw the dice

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