Brothers Grimm
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Many stories start
with once upon a time
but who is to say they only happen once?
Throughout a thousand different lives,
a cunning young man,
Since when does one become "evil"?
Is it my pride that broods you?
Or my age of wisdom and fairness
No one
Not even my little sister
Could ever succeed?
He kept his eye on her
Looked upon her beauty
King of Darkness
drawn to her light
Watched her rise
From miller to Queen
Knew the little man
Sought after his name
Rumpelstiltskin didn't just have one,
Rumpelstiltskin also had a son.
His sister's job was getting old,
Turning straw into gold.
So to make a change,
He increased his range,
Spinning copper wire,
In a time now a memory a fair kingdom stood
That was ruled by a monarch who sought for the good
Throughout his dominion, both human and beast
And one night, in ecstasy, brought them to feast.
Whether you were told I was stolen or given
my story was shared.
The ending never right,
but nobody cared.
Here's what happened, so pay attention.
To this day I'm still unsure
I wish I were stronger—
Strong enough to kill,
To wield this blade against him
And cut a smile into his throat.
Feet that dance on knives for my sweet voice—
When wood creaks
And smells of incense,
Your eye widens and leaks...
Your heart stops and listens.
The dark is horizontal;
Too compressed to allow a flame
Ignite.
