H E A R T O F G L A S S

The deadline was midnight. That much was clear.
But there was an illusion of magic
in the air that distracted her austere
scheme. A flaw that could prove problematic.

Despite the gleaming glass upon her feet,
she danced with poise and grace above her class.
Cinder and ash chosen over elite
as the prince took her hand without impasse.

Her heart was a flutter, a mute war cry,
gazing through the window of his dark soul
that reflected the obsidian sky,
paving the path toward her ultimate goal.

As he bent down to gift a goodnight kiss,
her once hidden dagger robbed his faux bliss.