We were born in the dark

My brother and I, left alone.

At least that was our earliest memory

Father and mother, disappeared.

We never looked, or asked

Things happen for a reason, right?

As we grew older, we wandered

Wandering and wandering, clueless.

Hunger was always present,

The loneliness was worse.

Upon us a sweet house,

and an elderly woman with dark eyes.

We were desperate, hungry 

And surely left for dead.

Despite the uneasiness in my stomach

The smell of sweets, suffocated me.

Enticing my brother as well, 

We agreed and went into her sweet abode.

She offered food, after food 

Quite lovely, and filling. 

Her dark eyes, were filled with delight

She called my brother her "sweet lil' cupcake"

Sounding eerily familiar, as she takes his hand

Holding him close to her.

She carressed my face, 

Ran her fingers through my hair.

Somehow we manage to fall asleep, 

The first peaceful sleep in years.

We awoke, feeling strange, smelling sweet,

Peculiar as that is, we were unable to move.

The world has gotten bigger around us,

We couldn't move, this wasn't her sweet abode.

Her voice was the first thing I heard, very muffled

She talked to a stranger I've never seen or heard.

Offering them sweets and hot cocoa,

I felt myself being lifted into the air.

Gently placed on what I assume is a plate,

No movement was possible.

We were turned into gingerbread cookies, 

And about to meet our demise.

Just as we thought to have found, 

A forever home...