Magic is something you make

Oh, sweet pure Cinderella dressed in flowing silvery blue.

Layered in lace and dotted with sparkles that light up her face too.

Glittering in opulence you would say it was magic.

So perfect and lovely in the mask she made,

That no one knew what the ashes ­truly tucked away.

Yes, she was destitute in her own home.

Yes, she was covered with ash and dust.

But no, she was not helpless as the household and neighbors’ thought.

Little Cinderella learned that to survive you must be a sneaky mouse.

In a house of cats, you must always be on guard with many a plan

If you want to see another day again.

Cinderella did all the chores, demeaning and horrid.

The Mother thought she would break her with that

Instead it gave her keen sense and eyes to everything.

No one notices the dusty girl with piercing eyes of ice,

They just see an unfortunate soul down on her luck.

But they’re wrong in so many ways.

For little Ella here is no only a mouse, but a spider too.

Weaving her way through town and seeing all the unguarded places.

She will have her pick of the finery; all she could have wanted.

All that she truly deserved; trinkets, coins, shoes, and fabrics in hopes for something more.

But one proclamation changed it all. A palace Ball was called.

A Ball bursting with laughing and mirth, a ball is joy and wonder,

A Ball is filled with the rich and a perfect way to get what she wants.

So she thinks up a plan the best way a mouse can. Using what’s at hand.

Knowing the thoughtless anger that the three cats directed at her

She knew they would ruin her chance and ride away.

The plan went flawlessly as they taunted and ripped the dress away.

But she had a second made for this case.

The neighbor next door that only went by Godmother, helped her sew when she could not.

Godmother dressed her with dress and cloak and provided a horse saying “To leave at midnight.”

To which Cinderella replied, “Of course.”

At the Ball there were many a shiny thing.

But Cinderella enjoyed herself too much to be concerned

I mean dancing with fa- the prince can be distracting.

And when she noticed she did not care, because for once she was at ease.

But soon the clock was striking 12 and she had to race from her peace.

Leaving her shoe so blue it looked like glass.

The prince used that glass shoe, that was blue as her eyes, to find his dancer.

Looking at all the young women, some may fit the shoe but never the eyes.

He luckily got to Cinderella’s cottage before she could become a runner.

She rushed down to hopefully sneak out, but see the cats fighting for the shoe.

It goes flying and breaks, “Thankfully I have the other shoe.” she said without thinking.

The prince looks up in hope and knows it’s her.

As she pulls out the shoe from her sack he takes it and places on her foot.

“My glass angel will you allow me to court you.”

Cinderella freezes than smiles, “As long as you allow me to marry you at the end.”

Leaving behind those cats that howled in anger, Cinderella was courted and return her treasures.

And not long after was married and that brother and sister is how mother and father really met,

And lived happily ever after.