The Drunken Soliloquy of Prince Charming As the Clock Strikes One

Out of her glass slipper I drank dreams.
Bubbles they were, light and frothy.
Such small feet she had, such slender bones.
I drank from her slipper and gazed, enchanted,
As she whirled aaway, barefoot,
Flew down the stairs and away down the street,
Dancing, still dancing,
Drawn home by the dark drums of hunger,
As all the gilded clocks of the palace,
Tinkling and chiming, struck twelve.