Cinderella

So you've all heard of Cinderella,
But I'm gonna tell you what is true.
This is long So put the kettle on
And settle down with a brew.

Ella was her proper name,
The cinders bit came quite late.
It was not earned from kneeling at the hearth
And poking at the grate.

They say she was quite an odd girl,
For she would capture mice and birds.
When servants stood with an ear to her door
They say they heard them all converse.

When her mother passed away,
They would whisper she was cursed
And when her farther took a new bride
The voices in her head got worse.

Her farther was next to diminish,
For he evaded the Kings tax.
Call it foolish or call it brutal,
But his head fell to the axe.

If this was not bad enough,
Matters become more confounded.
For she now had pretty sisters.
Well! Until both their heads she pounded !

Such was the beating she gave them,
They now looked a little odd you see,
So they locked her in the attic,
With only mice and birds for company.

Locked away for years alone,
She became pretty with passing time.
But that was just aesthetically,
For she grew twisted and dark inside.

With a lack of mental stimulus,
She looked for something else,
And then she found a book,
Tucked away upon the shelves.

It spoke of elves and pixies,
It recounted old folk lore.
But it mentioned for what is granted,
The price was way much more!

But she ignored that part,
As any of us would.
So she made a choice to take a path,
That would not lead her to good.

She did as the book instructed,
When it did not work she sneered,
But with in the crinkling of a nose
Some kind of mother did appear.

You wouldn't call her wholesome,
But her tone was silk and smooth.
She said "my dear now that I am here
We quickly have to move".

Now you've heard about the pumpkin carriage?
And the horses made from mice?
If you think that this is how magic works,
You really must think twice.

Magic is but illusion and trickery,
Often with dubious and ill intent.
So she gave Ella a powder,
To be liberally spent.

She gave her one bit of advice,
That the effects won't last so long.
So get yourself in do what you must do,
Then swiftly move along.

The night of the palace ball arrived
And she made it to the doors.
The guards would not admit a peasant girl,
But they were blinkered and enthralled.

Standing in the ball room
She made one simple wish.
Then opened her palm where the powder sat,
Then she blew a fine spread mist.

With the warmth of all those bodies,
It floated and spread quite quick.
Everyone that inhaled the mist,
Felt quite dizzy and quite sick.

They fell to the floor quite quickly,
Some crawled like they were lame.
Then stepmother knocked over a candlestick,
That set the drapery aflame.

The fire spread so rapidly,
Thick smoke soon filled the room.
One or two would make it out,
But most of them were doomed

Barely a soul made it out that night,
But the Kings son he was one.
This party to find a wife he couldn't love?
Well! that party he did shun.

I'm going to wind it back a bit,
For the pieces don't all fit.
But the prince was not fond of girls
Are you now getting my gist?

But before he fled the balcony,
One thing he would remember and did see,
A peasant girl within flames,
Laughing gleefully.

He bolted from the hidden passage,
With guards and rage that filled his mind.
He swore revenge for his family and friends,
And that peasant girl he'd find.

So about now you are all wondering,
About those slippers made from glass?
With heals like that made from super heated sand?
You would end up swiftly on your ass.

So let's ignore that part of fakery
And let's get back to the bones.
Let's talk of Kings and princes
And of those who sit on thrones.

Back in medieval days of yore,
Nobility were quite cruel,
But when they done away with Ella's dad
They broke a simple rule.

Some rules are often broken,
And some say they must exist,
But when you call on a fairy godmother,
There will always be a twist.

You see Ella lingered and danced in flames too long.
To depart she was much too late.
Now the prince upon that balcony,
Would not forget her face.

The prince searched the towns and villages,
He searched the mountains and by the lakes.
When he eventually found our Ella
Well! he burned her at the stake.

The fire cooled and timbers fell.
Then a tiny hand reached into the ash,
Happy with the payment sourced,
A soul is worth way much more than cash.