The cauldron bubbles, and within it, the witch dies,
But a curse plagues the children still.
Many were killed and stuffed into pies.
The survivors hold on by sheer force of will.

Growing up they seek to change the world, of course,
Because they’ve seen the justice of evil.
However, evil is an evolving force,
Tumbling us downward like Jack and Jill

At a certain point they stop and stare,
At the carnage that lies before them.
The chaos has spread to everywhere.
Every solution outnumbered by a problem.

“What are we to do in this maddening sickness?”
The children frightfully say,
“We’ve become too weary to witness,
The carnage. Hopelessness,” they say in dismay.

The evil has grown too used to the tricks,
That the children, now adults, have employed.
The evil has reached its zenith and kicked,
Its habit of being destroyed.

Yet out of the simplest of places
A song is simply played
“What lifts our hearts to joy?”
The adults ask, no longer dismayed.

She walks on air and plays the flute,
A sharp shimmering shining sound,
That cuts the vile chord of the evil brute,
It slumps to the bloodied ground.

“Who are you flute-player, and what is that song?”
“I am Silence and this is the end, I have been here, all along.”