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He dreams of a young maiden in his gentle sleep,
Beaded sweats roll down and warm heart leaps.
Eyes could gaze upon her from daylight 'til noon,
Below the heat of the sun, below the bright moon.
He, on the other hand, is no beauty compared to her.
Befriending an elf is something no one prefers.
Rough green skin can scrape any type of wood,
Isolation is his friend from youth to adulthood.
Fine scarlet cloak hides his identity from others,
Children are roaming around holding their mothers.
At the corner of his eye, he spots the beautiful maiden,
A young child removes his cloak, leaving him shaken.
People of all ages laugh at the sight of his body,
Benevolence and empathy are not met by anybody,
Except for the fair maiden. Grief slowly dilutes her eyes.
❝Where did love and sympathy go?❞ she then loudly cries.
She removes her own cloak and uses it to cover,
Poor elf who is uncontrollably weeping all over.
Both consider departing to the fair maiden's house,
Leaving behind the judging eyes and deafening shouts.
She welcomes him warmly in her lovely abode.
Not far from the city, nearby the main road.
❝May I ask what your name is, elf?❞ she questions.
❝Rumpelstiltskin is my name, madam,❞ he mentions.
Spring after spring, withered leaves fall to the ground,
As deep as their feelings for each other can be found.
Golden ring on the finger and heartfelt kiss on the lips,
Exchange of unceasing vows under a solar eclipse.
Unconditional love bears fruit ever since the golden days,
Lovely infant uses her eyes to hold the morning rays.
❝What name shall we bestow to our young, innocent child?❞
❝A fair and bright infant - Alaina,❞ the couple decide.
Stories of the birth widely spread to other lands,
❝The work of the devil must die,❞ someone commands.
Crowds raise their pitchforks and glowing sticks high,
Heading straight towards the maiden's house, they unify.
Upon hearing their yells from an incredible short distance,
They proceed to pack, hoping to preserve their existence.
All is too late the moment they open the front door,
Open air is cold, filling with tremendous uproar.
Alaina suddenly shrieks when they take her away;
In the embrace of her mother is where she wants to stay.
Time decelerates when they began counting to five,
Utterly absurd and unjust. They burn her alive.
Rather than anguish, monstrous eyes they become.
Their bodies remain stiff and fingers feel numb.
Solution bitterly strikes that isn't equally as fair,
Together they abduct newborns in replacement for theirs.
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Author's Note:
I'm joining The Literary Awards 2017. I really need your help by nominating my book in their nomination chapter. All you have to do is inline comment "Forbidden Tales by @glamcinnamon" to the poetry section. To go to their chapter, click the external link I left below.
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