Deceive the witch and steal her broom,
Let her fall down to her doom.
Lock Hansel and Gretel into a room
Until they ripen and they bloom.

No fairer weather has there been;
There’s rushing water, roaring wing.
The skies are dark, the light’s gone dim-
And that’s when the sacred dance begins.

This is truly what I love best:
Through greying alleys walk the blest.
In robes of light they all are dressed,
To add to our glorious fest.

Their voices for dominance fight
While overhead, birds take up flight.
The drones call out all through the night
And halt only at morning’s light.

But morning will not soon come,
The festivities have only just begun.
Silver flows from bejeweled tongue,
Till spells of past are come undone.

Light in depths on the lake:
And underneath, the mermaids wake.
Their songs of love and joy they make
Are spun for the shrewd sailor’s sake.

For through the ocean’s troves men trek,
Praying, hoping they won’t wreck.
Fog comes and they can’t see a fleck,
And mist lodges deep in each one’s neck.

But look now, see! Lo and behold;
Just as the old legends foretold,
Up from the depths, the maidens stole,
Cool and calm, brazen and bold.

They sit on rocks and sweetly quip,
Their long wet hair they coyly flip.
Saying, “Won’t you come take a dip?”
And silent men fall from their ship.

Down into the broiling brew
From whence he came, the sailor flew.
With arms outstretched, she hummed a tune
And planned to make her human stew.

For beauty is not what it seems,
Tis only what foolish man deems
Acceptable for social teams
And desirable in sinful dreams.

Sweet creatures open wide their mouths,
Their lips and lined and so devout.
Hidden are fangs, of which they’re proud,
Attacking when the target’s found.

Under their cloaks, their whips they hid
From the world, the ugly they rid.
And sell their looks to the highest bid;
Never shall they close the lid.

Unchanged for all, I wish it’d stay,
But all I do is sit and pray.
These lessons build our lives today
Away from being beauty’s prey.

For now I know more than I ought
About the world and what it’s taught.
Our children think love must be bought
And perish every moral thought.

Inside the mind, a tunnel lies-
Twisting and curving, and though he tries,
He cannot break his mental ties
‘Tween him and beauty’s perfect lies.

The thought brings on a frenzied dance
That brings to mind a pony’s prance.
It fills the mind, put in a trance;
All right is gone at a second glance.