Hello Wicked fans. Well, to be honest, I only made this for a literary project. I actually really liked this poem, except for the Aelphaba part and the ending, ugh. I really hope you like it. If you don't, well, to each his/her own. Oh well, on with the fic-er-I mean poem.
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By Any Other Name
Elphaba
A name by birth
From family
Friends
No one else
It was her first
The only one that stayed
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Elphie
An innocent name, cute
From Galinda
Or Glinda
Of Gillikin
Gone in a dispute
Never seen again
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Fabala
A sign of affection
From dearest Father
Blissfully
Oblivious
Of eminent Thropp rejection
Came rejection of this name
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Fae
A secret cover
From a Vinkus prince
Fiyero,
her hero
Revolutionist and lover
The name died with him
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Aelphaba
A name for a saint
From a mauntery
With Yackle
Was mute
Though Liir did taint
She took him and left
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Wicked Witch of the West
A title so rightfully earned
From all of Oz
The great Wizard
They drove her insane
Forgiveness was what she yearned
It was gone with a bucket of water
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What is her name now?
Well, what do you guess?
Nothing
That is her name
Until she emerges from the cave
Does she come out?
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Not yet
Did you like it? Did you hate it? Tell me all in about it in the comments below! Constructive criticism is not only welcome, but encouraged.
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