Fairy Tale Prison. [Poem of Mine]

Flick your wings,
In the Hall of Kings.
Amusing them,
Like a sparkling gem.

Dance around and curtsey low,
Dressed up in tinsel and hair tied in a bow.
Smiling your pale white teeth,
Their razor sharp points in sheath.

Your pale skin with your dark hair,
Glistening and strands flowing with the wind and hanging in the air.
Pointed ears on display,
Doing it all without pay.

You go on into late in the eve,
Until they're pleased,
Having to play all the cards on your sleeve,
With freedom, you're taunted and teased.

When it's over, you're taken back to your cell,
A damp, freezing corner of Hell.
Awaiting the day…
To break away.