Best Ashy Poems

She tired of being a step,
The toil and aloneness.
She dreamt of being a princess
Before midnight.

Sadly, only frogs arrived,
Their magic never tricking her,
Damning her to shine,
Under cloak of Darkness
During Its wee hours,
Leaving her a pile of cinder
With the return of every sun.

She thought it was her...

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