Probably my favorite one I've written so far...
The Witch of the West was finally dead.
All of Oz celebrated the victory,
of brave, little Dorothy Gale.
Glinda the Good arrives,
smiling, waving.
A small girl in the crowd cries out
"Why was she so Wicked though?"
A brilliant question,
probably the wisest thing ever asked by her.
Was she born that way?
Did she gradually become evil,
or was it a sudden burst of Wickedness?
Was she really Wicked at all?
No one knows,
at least none of the Ozians do.
So they celebrated the Witch's death,
rejoycifing that she had melted away.
Ecstatic that no more harm could be done,
and that Glinda's goodness had triumphed.
Everyone in Oz was happy,
well, almost everyone.
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