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