An evil mother, with grey hair
Flaunts her red gown
Desiring, her selfish,
wild daughters
to get royally crowned

After a painful death
Her real hidden face
Once cunningly cloaked
Is finally invoked!
She was a sugar coated pill!

Soon the dishes and the laundry
The sweeping of floors
Are forever those
stepdaughter's daily chores

The clever lady, never gaiety
gets the royal call
She plans devilish things
Locking Cindrella down
Wildly tearing and ruining
Her charming ball gown

In the end, she's left cursing
the perfectly fitting shoe
She deserved that
Old cruel shrew!

But why is it always
The step ones forever cruel?
Why O why? Is such a mother shown?
What would a child feel
Who has a mother, step
Even, if she isn't mean or vain
The child will think, she's Lady Tremaine!

Don't believe that the end is good?
The end is wicked beyond belief.
Does the end make you shiver?
Does it?

All that is inevitable is not the end,
The end, by all accounts, is inevitable.
Does the end make you tremor?
Does it?

Pay attention to the end,
The end is near.

Your breath
Inching closer to my neck
You have me trapped
by your spell.
My every thought
Consumed by  your scent
Consumed by your touch
Consumed by your smile
You are a wicked human
Leaving me to suffer
Without you
Now my heart is poisoned
Because the breath you
provided was the last
and now you are slumped beside me

You bought your test and passed your ticket
While I was kneeling by your spell
There might be no rest for the wicked
But I've been sleeping quite well

there was no escape
your soul bewitched mine
the instant our eyes met
on velvet nights
our bodies bled into one,
moonlight kissing flesh
a love so full of fire
the stars themselves
faced inwards to watch
our nightly worship.