2 February 2013
The clock strikes twelve, With chimes and squeals, My eyes go wide, Time's on my heels.
I run from him, My riches? Rags, The wide, blue skirt, Deflates and sags.
He lets me go, Then grabs me back, But I run on, It's time's attack.
I lose a heel, But time's ahead, I've left it there, With my heart and dread.
Cinderella. • Opuss № I