After The End Is…Elphaba
The moon shown down
She sees him leave
She is filled with piece at last
Elphaba becomes saint Elphaba
Elphaba's grievances towards Glinda fated like mist in the sunshine
And Elphaba's love for Fiyaro becomes her love for Glinda
She thinks she is a shell without a soul
A moon without a sun
If you're wondering if she was right about her "noon existing soul"
She was wrong
Her soul exists
Under a waterfall
Waiting for Glinda the good to come
And when she finally arrives
The two souls kiss then embrace
Green becomes Pink
So now they stay watching over Oz in the waterfall
Sun becomes moon
The end becomes the begging
The lovers watch
And they will return sooner then we know
To Oz.
Do you like this I hope you do I know it's very back and forth and off the topic but, I just read the book again while reading fan fiction for Wicked and it's sad at the end so I wanted to make a poem about how I think it's not over for Glinda and Elphaba I know I'm strange {: This was a Gelphie poem I want a second musical and a Wicked movie yay thanks people PLEASE R and R.