Cinderella Rewritten

This fairytale starts

like many others.

A tortured young girl.

An evil step-mother.

She was made to clean

most every day.

In the house

she had to stay.

Over time the labor

took its toll.

The girl wanted her life,

she wanted control.

Then came the ball,

that night sealed her fate.

She could not attend,

fairy godmother was late.

The next day came with a storm,

lightning flashed and thunder clapped.

And in Cinderella’s mind

something had snapped.

“I want freedom!”

Cried the thoughts in her head.

“And if they won’t give it to me”

“I’ll take it instead.”

Then she took a knife

and one sister was slain.

The other was burned.

Her step-mother, filleted.

And with their bones

she fashioned a crown.

“I am queen!” she said

“All of you bow down!”

In a lake of blood

filled with demented bliss

she vowed to bring the wicked

the reaper’s kiss.

Then she took to the night

all clad in black.

Running faster and farther

she never looked back.

She never married a prince

or had a royal life.

Instead she kills crime

while dealing with strife.

That’s Cinderella’s story.

Remastered, retold.

 Driven insane and her enemies

died by her knife blade, cold.