When guardian angels send a sign it’s hard to miss,

So do as they ask and your life will be bliss.

But I can’t do what they ask of me,

Even though it fits like a key.

My evil stepmother is prone at my feet,

Eyes white and skin as papery as a sheet.

I don’t know why I have a blade in my hand…

It’s as if it has been planned.

The guardian angels keep my grip firm,

Horrible memory making my eyes burn.

But I fight back against fate - reasons unknown,

The blade is tossed against the empty throne.

She comes to as the guardian angels huff,

Rubs her eyes as though to clear fluff.

We embrace as the sun rises into dawn,

The guardian angels play but we will not be their pawn.