The Prince

There was once a gallant prince

He lived in a castle big and tall

And he loved beauty most of all.

There was once a kind poor girl

She lived in a house small and flat

But she wanted nothing more than that.

The girl's stepmom worked her hard

And her stepsisters were so foul

They said they hated her even now.

Then the prince announced a ball

The girl with joy she swelled

But her stepmom shouted and yelled,

"NO! We will NOT go!"

The girl cried and pled all night

But her stepmom told her to go sleep tight!

The girl prayed and hoped

That on that day she will go

Behind their back, they won't know!

Then, on that night, the girl met a witch

From the night she flew on a broom

All the way to her room!

"O, my darling, you want to go

And to dance in the ball

Then I can help you most of all!"

With a wave of her hand,

The girl's rags turned to a dress!

Now her looks are to impress!

"O! thank you so very much!"

She shouted and looked so fair

"But what if they find me there?"

"Worry not," the witch comforted

"They, themselves, will not go

Your stepmom told them no!"

Later, that night, she danced with the prince

His eyes glistened under the chandelier

He wanted her and let no one near.

After the dance, he showed her the castle

"O, I love you" he finally declared

And the girl was joyous but felt so scared.

The prince led her to a shadowy room

And the girl saw great big statues

Each had their very own virtues.

Then the prince pushed her against the wall

His eyes shone with a wicked gleam

She tried but she could not scream!

It wasn't long before she was stone

And the prince took a step back

"Ah, of beauty, you do not lack."

And turned to leave her there

"And you will stay in my hall

Because you'll be there the longest of all!"