Like a flicker of hope in a dark space
She sees the pedestrians coming closer
As she brandishes her precious matches with a smile on her face
She realises they aren’t heading for her.
She was once young, wild and free
Dozens of maids and servants surrounding her before
In her hands a bright, amazing destiny
Until all her dreams shattered on the floor.
Her father owed people millions in USD
Her mother an avid drug user
And all the money for her bright excellency
Dissolved at the hands of two losers.
She waits on the step of a rich family
To have the mistress scream in her face
A match is stolen by a beggar violently
And a slipper disappears to slow her pace.
Her mother has told her “You must sell all.”
“If you don’t, go hang yourself, you trashpile”
There is still no one to answer the girl’s mournful call
Unless somebody would stop for a while.
There are three matches left after a brutal beating
From the triads straying on the cold streets
She can hear the Christmas choirs singing
And the frostbite on her feet.
She strikes a match and lights a flare
And closes her glass-bead-like eyes
“It would be nice to have someone care
And take me cruising through the skies.”
Suddenly, an astral prince swoops from the night
Cape mottled with Cancer, Virgo and Capricorn
He takes her to the limit of the Stars’ height
On their flying midnight unicorn.
She falls from the night without her prince
And breaks her ankle in great pain
But she hasn’t forgotten the happiness since
She lit the first match of bliss it contained.
“Magic match, please do give me
A chance to feel love and affection.”
Says the dreamy girl in ecstasy
Ready to embrace her destined attention.
A snowman of frost rises from the ground
Hugging the match girl with more love than everyone
He takes his hat off with a magical sound
And creates a cup of hot cocoa warm as sun.
The match girl feels the snowman die away
As she drinks the cocoa in her hands
She looks at her frozen limbs in awe
Thinking of the faraway taiga lands.
Rubbing the last match with her chest
She wishes deeply in her heart,
“I want to run away from this coldness and unrest,
So match, give me another start!”
Her dead grandmother lands in front of her
With long alabaster hair and rosy cheeks
“Mira, come to me, come closer
I’ll take you to the start you seek.”
Mira feels wings sprout from her back
And she spots her corpse on the frosty lane
She blows a kiss to herself and is taken aback
At the glimmering heaven prepared in her name.
The policemen pry Mira’s dead body into the sunlight
And see the three extinguished matches
One says,” She must have gone in the starlight.
Look at her starry catch.”
A silver star glistens, pinned to her frock
And she has a beautiful smile
To all the policemen’s dismay and shock
She is now a heaven’s child.