Glass shimmers in the moonlight,
encasing her delicate toes
as she runs off into the night-
a magic gift to match her clothes.
The sound of glass on cobblestone
reverberates across the courtyard.
A slip, a fall, a frantic moan-
the glass masterpiece now a discard.
Left alone, just half of a pair,
the fairy-made glass will whisper
of something gone wrong there.
The stroke of midnight: faster, faster.
Now the magic has died away,
leaving only one glass stray.














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