Fractured Glass Slippers

Godmother groaned at the dismal sight,
fingers clacked on her teletype, summoning
scurrying coachmen and soldiers:
Alert. Distraught damsel, fleeing ballroom blitz.
Shedding ribbons, glass slippers left behind.
Meet grand castle staircase, 2355. 
Fairy dust sprinkling ‘cross crystal globe winking,
godmother orchestrated servants too harried
to sweep up the shards
of a lonely glass slipper.
Alas, now no prince will find
the mate to cracked slipper left behind;
from single crack, to shards of glass
now crushed into dust,
while poor Cinderella
sniffles and sighs,
What a silly girl was I . . . 

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