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!