A torn, blue dress,
Body of straw.
Stitches apart,
As they pick and claw.

Once beautiful,
Now all but gore.
Her prince led astray,
Broken Elder lore.

No faerie godmother,
But a trickster.
Smile broken and chapped,
No chance of a lover.

She missed the deadline,
As it struck ten.
Thought she had 'til twelve,
But her house morphed into a den.

Her eyes turned to buttons on their own,
Face contorted into a scowl.
She cried out as her heart turned to stone,
As the faerie took her soul.

We all had to pay the toll,
For no one heard her screams.
Wreaking havoc on us humans,
Deceiving our dreams.