A/N: Here's my next poem, I do not know when another will be posted because I haven't written any others right now.
This one is about Nessa's death, I'm not exactly sure of the POV. I think it changes a bit.
For those of you who have seen the musical, and know how the lines I have quoted are usually said, saying them like that helps the poem along. Well, at least in my opinion.
Enjoy!
Twister of Fate
Accidents will happen!
It was never an
accident
to kill Nessarose
Thropp.
The accident was the
arrival
of Dorothy Gale and
Toto.
A regime change!
Hmph. Yes, certainly
that.
The Witch of the East
- Governor of
Munchkinland –
was dead.
A bizarre and
unexpected twister of fate!
Bizarre? Perhaps.
Unexpected? Never. Fate? I think not.
The Wizard expected it.
Madame Morrible made
it.
Glinda suggested it.
And so, in that, it was
never an accident.
In her grief Glinda the
Good,
- out of spite -
condemned poor
Nessarose Thropp to death.
Oh, Elphie, you musn't
blame yourself!
