Inspiration comes in the strangest of places - literally. Who knew a production engineering lecture about aircraft landing gear would lead to the start of a narrative poem? I knew Business Law had me writing Spurned Women poetry, but this is something else. So hopefully, it will turn out well. But I'm keeping you from the tale, aren't I? Go on and read!
And unfortunately, I do not quite possess the Labyrinth. But perhaps if I save up enough money...
The True Tale
I'm afraid it's here, the time's at hand
The hourglass has run clean
The illusion is shattered, the curtain's torn down
It's time to reveal the crime scene!
o.O.o
Oh, what is this? You thought that the tale
Was mercifully, finally closed?
That the king was defeated, the boy narrowly won,
And the girl sent back with heart woe?
o.O.o
No, no, not at all! I'm afraid that this tale
Did not end on so happy a note.
There was blood and gore, betrayal and war
Murder is what they wrote!
o.O.o
You see, sweet Sarah, the innocent one
The pure, untainted child,
Was really quite evil, a demoness imp
Satan's own spawn gone wild!
o.O.o
She'd once met the king, in a place long ago
He'd whisked her off her feet.
Then left her to cry, left her out to dry
As he chased some dame down the street.
o.O.o
She'd never forgotten, could never let go
Of the anger he'd placed in her heart.
So she plotted and planned, read up on the man
And waited till her revenge could start.
o.O.o
For she learned early on that this Grand Goblin King
Had one small, tiny flaw.
A miniscule weakness that could be exploited
To destroy him once and for all!
o.O.o
What was this weakness? Well, you'll just have to wait
I refuse to ruin the tale.
Be patient my children, it will come about
In the most climactic scale.
o.O.o
Would you like for me to continue the tale?
This chapter is dedicated to:
Sapphire4Steel, the only person to review the latest chapter in Words at Gunpoint, and Imperatrize, my very first reviewer.
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If anyone wants to share with me how to put spaces between stanzas, I would love you for all of thirteen seconds. Thirteen seconds!!