A wicked Twist Hansel And Gretel
The cupboards were bare.
The stepmother said,
“There’s not enough.
Leave them instead.”
Into the woods
with crusts of bread,
they were left to starve
or end up dead.
The world was cruel,
the fire cold.
But children learn
to grow up bold.
The witch was hunger
in disguise.
They saw the truth
behind her eyes.
They lit the fire.
They found a way.
Two kids came back—
but not the same.
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