3 October 2012
A silver ball gown hugs her hips, White teeth tentatively chewing her lips,
A mouse grows, Now a horse, Strong and muscled, Now full of force,
A wand drips glitter, Over the transformed maid, Her smile shines out, And her eyes turn jade,
Plucked from the field, A pumpkin grows wheels, Twisting and curled, Now made of silver steels,
New love is found, Just before midnight, But now, dashing home, His Princess took flight.
Cinderella • Opuss № I