CINDERella, that is! |
| Ella stands alone beside her mother’s unkempt grave, searching for a meaning in the life she now must brave. A woman new reclines upon her gentle father’s bed, with daughters two, a royal man they seek one day to wed. In time, the sisters' ruthless ways robbed Ella of her voice; a sunlit future shadowed by her father’s bridal choice. The daughters brash became like cyclones twisting in the wind, for Ella’s rights they vowed to somehow stealthily rescind. Before a year had passed, they’d driven Ella to the floor to scrub and sweep both grime and pride beneath a heavy door. Her father blind, her mother gazing helpless from the skies, Ella by the grave today lifts wide, crushed-emerald eyes to ask of God a humble question earnestly in prayer… “Have you abandoned me, divinity? Are you ever really there?” Tomorrow Ella dances with a prince whose love she keeps... but she knows not her future fine as, sorrowful, she weeps. |