Rumpelstiltskin
Burn, burn does fables fire, as an impish figure dances,
Around the wild flames of greed, guess, guess my
Uncommon name, by the devil’s hang nailed toe,
Your never guess it mortal woman, and so your
Royal child will be mine!
Beneath the ivory moon, a packed was so struck,
Between a boasting millers daughter, and a creature
Of malice’s intent, three gifts asked for, a lock of memory,
A ring of vows promise, and the unborn kindred to a king.
By the spinning loom, in golden threads of volume,
Did this imp elf so weave, three rooms full of yellow
Gold, to please a mighty lord of regal birth!
The maiden did so agree to this bargain,
To save her life and limb, straw to gold, as the
Legends say, but in the end the last promise
She begged to withhold, my child please let me
Thus keep, for I’ll pay anything, and all I have,
To keep my most precious treasure, my innocent
Child!
Now a bargain is a bargain, the imp angrily declared,
But this evil ugly little fellow was no fool,
A king’s ransom in golden coin, is after all nothing
To be taken lightly, but oh beauty fair aren’t you
My Queen of betrayal.
So the imp made her one last offer, three nights
To guess my name, if you do you keep the whole
Cradles pot, your child, your golden thrones wealth,
And your unvirtuous soul!
Agreed you nasty little man, but if I guess rightly,
You leave this kingdom forever, and never trouble
My people or kin ever again!
The first night she guessed every name she knew,
The second from the castle library books, even
The bible, still the imp just smiled, saying guess again,
Or madam are you through!
Now on the eve of the third night, the king’s wife,
Snuck out into the forest, to the darkest part of the wood,
Where demons creep within the shadows by
Twilight’s ungodly hour!
Here she found her quarry, the imp himself, singing
By his shabby camp firelight, by morning I’ll be a
Rich, rich man, eat the flesh of the innocent,
While my golden bride is forced to watch!
Nay no one can guess my hidden name,
Rumpelstiltskin!
Later that very same night within the Queens
Private quarters did the same imp appear
From vapors thin air, I’ve come my pretty one,
To collect on my debit that you so owe,
And this time no mercy’s tears shall touch
My black darkened soul, my queen!
Without a moments hesitations the skin stood up,
Nasty little imp of evil’s demonic birth, I know thee,
Rumpelstiltskin!
Now the imp was sizzling with angers fury,
Hatred’s boiling point blew within the little
Man’s fiery furnish, you how did you know,
Daughter of humanity, you’ve spied upon me!
So hopping made was this evil imp, that he
Simply exploded himself into teeny tiny pieces,
Never to be seen again!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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