A small town in Maine
Once, there was a time,
a town stood somewhere in Maine.
Everything seemed fine.
And the people there seemed sane.
At least until you got there
and asked the people things like,
if of their lives they were aware
and what stuff they did hide.
Then you would always get to hear,
I don't remember that.
Until you could no longer bear
the meaningless, always same chats.
The town's people in Storybrooke
cause that was how it's called
they were so strange cause they were cooped
and that not by a wall.
A curse was what had brought them here
from the land they had called their home
they didn't go without a tear
got ripped out of the lives of their own.
The one to cast this wicked curse
they'd called her the Evil Queen
and whatever you think, trust me, it was worse,
the worst you'll have ever seen.
She did it because she wanted revenge!
On someone whose name was Snow White.
Snow, too, she wasn't all innocent
Disney did not get that right.
But anyway! Regina, the Queen,
in this town the mayor she was
now happier than she had once been
because of this son of hers.
She adopted him, ten years ago,
because of the hole in her heart
they'd been happy, eight years in a row,
but now they had it quite hard.
And so her son found his mother,
the blood related one
she was now for him all that mattered
her name was Emma Swan.
He told her she was supposed to be
a savior of some kind
her believing, he thought, was the key
to break the curse; how was undefined.
So she decided to stay.
That made her Regina's enemy
who thought she'd take her son away
and that she would do it with glee.
The first season of this series
is all about these things
about love and hope
and family
revenge
and what it all brings.
Sooo... thanks for reading!
English is not my mother tongue, so if there are any mistakes, please tell me.
I'd be more than happy about reviews, also to know if anyone is interested in another poem ;)