Anastasia and Drizella

In the dim lit corners of their grand estate    
Sinderellas stepsisters reveled in hate    
Anastasia and Drizella with hearts so cold    
Their cruelty a story dark and bold    
Locked in an attic her spirit confined    
Whispers of the wind her only kind    
Each night they stripped her of her pride    
In shadows her tears she couldn't hide    
Scrubbing floors til her hands were raw    
Their laughter echoed from down the hall    
Within her heart a fire burned bright    
Planning her escape into the night    
Escape from her evil step sisters      
This hope in life her only glister    
Start fresh from the wrath of jealousy      
Her mind determined to be set free    
Sinderella, so genuine and so pretty      
A face that glows and eyes of beauty    
Waiting til night when her sisters aren't there    
Trying to escape this haunting nightmare