treachery
has once again
laid claim
to the world
evil
is planning
every battle
in the dark wood
nature spirits
have captured
all the remaining good
hiding goodness away
shielding remnants
of what once was
caching how the world
used to be
Rumpelstiltskin
is wildly dancing
once again
hoping twigs and straw
will finally be spun
into a greedy culmination
stockpiles of silver and gold
in the dark wood
where elves and fairies
still dwell and live
there is sanctuary
as goodness lives
within the hearts
of those beings that dwell there
noble entities
beware the darkness
in men's covetous hearts
their armoured armies
want to taste blood
those wicked legions
want to rip good apart
Rumpelstiltskin
is verily delighted
quaffing and dancing
around his blazing fire
desiring wealth and riches
knowing stealthy power
is beyond his woodland hovel
the ruthless king is cruel
his novel black-hearted queen
unquestionably wishes to always rule
with relentless absolute power
their stone castle tower
drips with spilled innocent blood
a flood of imprisoned souls
executed indiscriminately
murdered then tossed
from that tall stone tower
within those elitist caste walls
enslaved peasants toil
poor children cry
subjugated by hunger and fear
villainy is always near
those that have fled
making their deviant way
to the errant dark wood
seeking refuge
seeking something good
hoping to find a sanctified place
where forest spirits worship
exalted nature
performing in that perfect place
if the dignified moon
denies to light the way
if the glorious stars refuse
to guide the wicked
to that remarkable dark wood gate
perhaps in wondrous truth
there is some fleeting chance
that the cursed world
will be saved
even though
those black-hearted
those villains and wicked
are more than willing
to take every chance
to win this viral war
to horde everything
and even more
back to the immoral king
and his iniquitous queen
but forceful good
has a natural defense
that dark wood
majesty creates
an almost impenetrable fence
there is quicksand
strong stands of sheltering trees
armoured with vicious thorns
every blessed bird and animal
keeps silent watch
ready and alert
true goodness
in its hour of need
desperation fuels
nature's army
if those goodhearted maintain faith
if the confidently moral pray for peace
perhaps morality and love
can once again
guide goodness
bring consciousness and joy
throughout the wanting earth
this virtuous quest
can only be won
with the sum of good hearts
beating a sacred drum
if a single kiss
could save the world
if pure nature
could break this evil spell
rise above the dark wood
to rejoice in a sacred dell
with a resolute stature
find Rumpelstiltskin
kiss him on his old withered lips
if all went well
with nature's perfect swell
all that reckless desperate evil
would incinerate in a cleansing flash
that immoral king and queen
lamenting their final defeat
with an ultimate scream
that black-hearted kingdom
would suddenly ignite
all that cruel hatred
adding fuel
for the cleansing fire
that merciless kingdom
would turn to ash
goodness would resolve
to replant every sacred garden
repaint with relinquished colour
those vanquished castle walls
adorn the tower with newborn peace and love
those eternal stars in heaven
would sparkle forever
recalling that victorious story
replenishing consummate glory
while divinity showers the fragile earth
with celestial supremacy from high above

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