Inside a castle of white and gold
A story of love was being retold
The bride was dressed in a silky dress
The groom in black with a pretty white vest
The children dressed in fine nice clothes
Their faces peachy, their cheeks of rose
Their eyes were shining of pure delight
The little girls hands covered in gloves of white
"And then" said the bride in a cheery nice voice
"Up came the prince and swept me onto his horse"
"With glass slippers in hand we rode off into the sun
True loves certainly does transform everyone.."
"Ahh but Ms Cinders as does death.."
Out of the shadows came a hooded girl a black dress
Her hair was straight as dark as night
But about her something was not quite right.
Her cloak was black, her boots as well
In her a vision of true hell.
Her face was pale, no rosy cheeks, no bouncy curls.
The prince held the children back his brow furrowed.
"Dear little girl why are you dressed so?
Little girls love pink and purple didn't you know?"
A eerie laugh, that froze all of their hearts came from her lips
She stepped closer and did a fancy flip
She landed in the center of the ballroom where the adult guests danced
She lowered her hood and the guards began to prance
They danced faster and faster until all tin men fell down
The screams of terror heard from miles around.
She made the guests all dance till there shoes had grown hot
and their muscles and skin had started to rot
They all fell down as though dead like a rock from a cliff
A straight down drop, no bounce no drifts..
Gently she touched them all on the head
Paleness took them, and gone were the cheeks of red
Dozens of new members, to this 'secret coven' of Little Blacks
She'd never give them up, their lives never give back..
They had a job to do, a plague had come to be
And this plague had taken form in the heart of she
There was no cure, none could run
She'd never stop until the job was done
And any who tried to oppose
Had her army to deal with she supposed.
Some things were not meant to stay perfect
The plague would make everyone sure of it
No more the ends or happily ever afters
No more smiling, no more laughter.
Then Cinders rose with the Prince at hand
And all those struck stood up and moved out the land
But the two never-weds knelt by their leader
Their voices hoarse, no longer the sweeter
"Where does thy want us to get the ready plague for?"
"Dear Cinders and Mr Prince, The ever so lovely Snow White and the Seven
Dwarfs.."