Years and years later, When the two girls were much older, They still walked alongside one another, Warm hands clasped tightly together An expression of forever
She forever carried a curse within.
At the stroke of midnight, My reign comes to a melancholy end I set off on the long, lonely journey home, To wipe off all the glitter and grime once again
Tears flowed from a pleading soul.
As you step through the oak door, Its hinges shrilly creaking, The cycle begins again