Disclaimer: I do not own Cinderella (and thanks be to goodness for that).

She's shivering roughly as she wanders.

She contemplates of what will come to pass.

They had danced like graceful leaves of cedars,

And he said that her beauty was like glass.

She walks through her room again and again.

Her skin grows cold and she shivers with fear,

For she's been defiled by shameless men.

The wounds to her heart had been so severe.

But her fears are dimmed as she rests and prays.

No longer afraid, her sleep is calmer.

Across the room and on her bed she lays.

She falls asleep and the room grows warmer.

The sun awakens and they meet once more,

But she will no longer gaze at the floor.