The man I met, short of height was lightly built, with pale skin. He was covered in dripping sores As if to vent the ill within. He was decayed to the core; it had worn his frame thin. "Hello, my friend," his mouth extruded, Saliva flowed upon his chin. "I have no want," I replied, "For a beast so full of sin, that his body has surely died, long before him." His brutish face contorted and he looked as if chagrined. "Don't let your eyes deceive you, I believe you won't again, once you've tasted of the power Of Rumpelstiltskin." At this, I knew for sure, If I fought, I would not win, So I listened, and I thought, That I felt frost upon the wind.