Cindrella

She was a beautiful mess..

She had an ocean in her eyes..

She was delicate yet strong..

She was Cinderella ..

She never had a fairytale life..

Her pretty hands cleaned the floors..

Her glowy skin was scorched with sun rays...

Her pretty body was never adorned with beautiful dress..

She was tortured and overworked..

Cause she had lost her loving mother...

She now was only left with a stern stepmother...

Who hated her..

Although she had a troubled life...

But her heart was filled with the spirit of patriotism

She always wanted to serve her nation...

She had mastered the various skills of war secretly...

Then one fine day...

Her dream came knocking at her doors...

Her country, her nation wanted her...

She was chosen as a warrior by the king himself ...

To fight alongside the battles of her country..

Thus the delicate and beautiful Cinderella...

Fought some fierce battles...

Killed her enemies..

And died as a martyr on the battlefield...