A collective gasp pierces stilled air
In the subsequent silence one could hear a pin drop
Maybe even the quiet whooshing as it fell
Chatters, whispers, murmurings
'Who is that girl?'
'What is her name?'
Ahh, but many here have seen her
What about her now captivates them?
Her dress ashone; such elegance
Quite the contrast to faded rags
Her tresses styled to perfection
No longer a mass just loosely tied
The steps she takes embody grace
With poise she glides about the room
She has always had that lovely face
Her complexion now glows; the dirt removed
Her appearance has changed; but not her heart
Yes, inside she's still the same...
Save perhaps her wonder at this night;
A sequence of events quite astonishing...
A servant one moment; dressed as a princess the next
What on Earth will happen now?
A handsome stranger approaches
And although she doesn't know it
This man is actually a prince who has singled her out
He bows to her cheerfully and in the most pleas