EmbraceMyNite

Softly spun hair of golden light poured down her back, giving cover over the gossamer gown she had been wearing that fateful night.  Sometimes...sometimes, she just liked to try it on.  Creep about the castle in those glass slippers. Tap Tap Tapping over the glass floor of her clear prism.  Oh dear, I do mean prison.  Voice would echo over the empty rooms if she deemed to speak and quite often she did.  "Bippity Boppety BOO!"  she would scream it, pray the sound shattered those walls that held her here.  It was not to be and so her wandering would continue.  Last seen from these walls was a kingdom she was unsure did she want to rejoin even.