Ella chose to lose one shoe knowing that your eye she drew. Away she flew, houseward bound, knowing that you'd come around with shoe you'd found of shining glass, knowing that no one could pass as your brown lass. For who could make such a shoe that wouldn't break first step she'd take? Ella chose to keep one shoe knowing that it'd see her through— debt would accrue, but it'd be worth it every time to have that mirth and dance on earth outside the fence Stepmother built as a pretense— keep faeries hence. Ella chose to lose one shoe knowing that the fae speak true with words askew and what they say would save her if she'd not betray nor go astray from path they set— she'd pay her debt. Ella chose to keep one shoe knowing that she'd count on you to see her clue and win her free. And do you love her, Queen-to-be?