The Mysterious Book
"I'm finally the goddess of magic!"
she says, with an eerie wink.
You see, she has a book
which she forcefully took,
with all kinds of dark
spells you can ever think.
The book's pages cannot burn,
making the dead to turn
in their graves. It's a fun
moment for her to read
the spells, as the wind
of death blows from her cave
to the palace of Wilhelm, the Brave.
Wilhelm, you see, is the King of Wonderland;
the first sight of Agatha made him mad
with love his counsel couldn't understand.
Wilhelm unchained his apple from the stake,
which was a terrible and costly mistake.
He couldn't see that it was in evil
that she always cherished with marvel.....
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