A/N: I'm back to those who like my Wicked fics. No humour in sight though, sorry :( I am trusting my shoddy writing skills to put across the point of the story, the end sentence hopefully caps it off if it's misplaced etc etc. And that's it. Just review and live happy lives, peace, love, that sorta thing...
Disclaimer: I can get chocolate, books and a cute dog but Wicked will still never be mine :(
No one mourns the wicked
No one cries they won't return
No one lays a lily on their grave
Glinda slammed the balcony doors, muffling the song of delight echoing through the City. She sighed in relief, as the glass shuddered and walked surprisingly smoothly towards the gilded mirror and stared at her copy in front of her. She looked around, checking for company before allowing the sobs that had plagued her during her visits from officials to be let free.
She felt her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, yet the rhythm was still pulsing that word.
Good
Good
Good
Needing air, she was forced to return to the clear panes and step out above the adoring citizens of Oz, as Glinda the Good: Enemy of the Wicked Witch of the West. As she stood, waving with her famous smile with eyes full of the image of the crippling green smoke, she finally listened to the celebrations until the words in the terrifying familiar melody made her involuntarily gasp.
And goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows the wicked die alone
It just shows when you're wicked
You're left only on your own
Her own fake words reflected back at her in her empty palace, surrounded by emerald, her emerald whilst In the window glass stood Fiyero, Biq, Nessa and… Elphaba.
She realised, causing her knees to nearly give way, the final shattering secret of Oz.
They had left her.
Left her to pick up the pieces of everything they had all tried to change but suffered for.
The cries, the waves and smiles were all for her. Glinda the Good.
She was alone.
Good
Good
Good
The word came like the drumbeat of an execution.
Good
Good
Good
Good
She felt sick.
Good?
And goodness know the wicked's lives are lonely
Goodness knows the wicked die alone
It just shows when you're wicked
You're left only on your own
To the people of Oz, there stood the perfect Lady of Goodness, the lonely, broken girl hiding acceptance of a great truth.
It just shows when you're wicked
You're left only on your own
There stood Glinda the Good. The wickedest witch there ever was.
Hope it wasn't too shabby, I'm out of practise. Although I hate for people to be upset, I tried to put across the message, hope it's quite clear...
R&R to make my day and remake smiles!