The pain and how it kills,
The cold and the chills,
The moon on the star lit sky,
A small toad hypnotized by it’s light.

All this crawling on it’s skin,
Is dreaming really a sin?
Longing for something more,
But then again, just a simple toad.

Time passed by,
And someone finally,
Graced a kiss up it’s lips,
Given by a gentle prince
All to smoother it in bliss,
All this from a kiss.

The toad looked down,
Noticed she was in a gown
And her lips showed a frown,
She gasped once and twice,
Amazed at her own sound,
Staring in awe at her reflection,
She wondered if a dream was the occasion,
She was beautiful beyond comparison,
Body that rivaled a mermaid’s
And red hair like autumn.


She then recognized,
She was never a toad,
People around her were just cold.
Leaving her lil’ old heart just sore.

What’s left of her,
I wouldn’t know
But how I wish for such,
I want to get a hold of her so
So I can ask if her heart’s still sore.