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Bryan Nov 2017
I remembered the deal made,
with the seer beneath the trees.
How careless my words chosen
in my haste amidst the weeds:
("Move my wife instead,
away from this evil thing,
and I will go, and I will slay it,
then return my wife, I plead.")
Would the seer place her in bed
if I slay this royal beast,
or is the white already dead?
...surely knows The Queen.
I felt frostbite creeping in,
through my leather-booted feet.

"Aye." I said, and paused
for the shiver 'cross my skin.
"The hands of winter are the cause
I will place my life in.
The Queen is gone from stead,
with her magic to hide in,
and I'm left with naught but bedsheets,
and a corpse to confide in.
I'll play your game, Rumpelstiltskin,
as though there were choice to begin,
but let me assure you, leprous horror,
I will do anything to win,
for my land is green and white;
I fear the desert's din."

Words ran from the mouth of decay:
"Let us start."
I stood beside the bed,
afraid to do my part.
Trepidation overtook me
as I gave into the art.
As you may have well guessed,
Rumpelstiltskin took my heart.

Rotted fingers worked their way
between the spaces of my ribs.
Infection spread, from ***** digits,
seeking new places to live.
The gnarled knuckles
rubbed and scraped,
like a bony dungeon shiv.
I felt his hand puncture my lung,
and I had no more breath to give.

I think maybe I died,
or maybe fell asleep.
I had visions,
dark and deep,
and dreams of evil things:
Bryan Nov 2017
"Mr. Prince," Drooled the demon,
"I have paid the price for greed.
Dealing with worse than I
has made me what you see."
The lich stuttered when he said this,
pained to recall the deed.
Once again, the same thorn
made Rumpelstiltskin bleed.
"The degradation to my body
may have left my mind free,
but in order to make magic
on this scale, I have a need
for a life force, a will…
The kind of spark that starts a seed:
Small and bright, packed in tight,
with all the power of a tree.
Do I look as though
I have that kind of power left in me?
If I killed you in the process,
what kind of deal would that be?
I do not wish your death.
This you must believe,
by your heart, I mean your aura,
if you know what that word means.
It is a bright one...
Though not the brightest I have seen.
You will not die,
you will not sleep,
but more of something in between.
I will use your vitae,
Spiritus ichor,
you may not like what you perceive,
but from this force,
from this chakra,
I will fashion you a thing.
It will show you to your desert.
It will show you to the queen.
It indicates the brightest aura,
anywhere from here to sea,
and of them all, we know
that the strongest one is she."
Bryan Nov 2017
"You say you wish to slay me, prince,
yet you barter with ease
with- what was it you said?
Dead flesh and mal disease?
What do you see?
Corpse meat?
The food of flies?
Yet you demand what you please!
You haven't heard my price, prince.
Let me give you reprieve:
You may not want to part,
but it's your heart that I need.
I will have my payment full,
if you wish to see my deed."
"My heart indeed!
You ask for only everything!"
My voice rose in pitch
as my words grew in speed.
"Vile wretch!
How am I to stop what summer brings,
without a heart to beat inside my chest
and blood for it to clean?"
Is this a dream?
What does this creature mean?
He needs a pulse?
He needs a life?
He needs a heart for conjuring?
Rumpelstiltskin let me think
while he poured himself a drink.
It was thrown into his mouth,
from which rose a vile stink.
Blackened gums and septic teeth
caged a tongue, red and pink,
and saliva, ever always,
filled the dam and breached the brink.
Bryan Nov 2017
Across divides
Peering eyes scry
for places left to hide
and realize that simple minds
of men in mines
could be her spies.
Across divides,
tearing skies cry
like bolts within the night.
Fireflies coalesce
in rivers of molten light.
On the path of least resistance,
magic flows and reunites
in such a pattern,
such a vision,
to witness is to invite.
Across divides slumbers ice.
Peaceful winter's grasp: a vice.
Sister to the frigid,
Magic hunts for winter's light
While princes trap rabbits,
And marvel at sunlight.
Across divides,
princes realize
that the morning has advanced,
and start heading back inside.
A monster wakes from sleep,
rousing milky, blackened eyes.
It cries at its own horror:
Tears that never dry.
It makes its way into the day
wearing death as a disguise.
Across divides.
Bryan Nov 2017
"Let's see," said the corpse,
"I spy a large tree.
There are apples all around it,
and the men pick out the seeds.
They throw the apples out instead,
and give the seeds to The Queen.
Now, a ring!"
His face changed with the scene:
Intense concentration
underneath the gangrene.
"Under veil of a wedding,
it seems a joyous thing,
when the jewelry is exchanged,
with the heavens opening.
Sunlight melts the snow,
And the birds begin to sing,
But somehow, I still know
That evil is happening;
Apple seeds in the snow,
That won't grow in the spring,
Turn to rot, down below,
In disruption of the serene."
No longer could I act
As though this monster told me lies.
Through the act of sharing magic,
I saw truth behind his eyes.
Oh so blind I had been!
The vision blossomed in my mind:
Seeds, apples, snows, and rings,
connected by their lines.
Constellations, resolution,
and clarity defined,
gave me reason to hesitate.
Before I spoke, I took much time.
"Look at me corpse," I began,
"Just keep your mouth closed and drown.
The way you salivate disgusts me,
and defiles the ground.
I see The Queen has used the seeds
in her poison compound,
and when I gave my bride her ring
The Queen was nowhere to be found."
I heard a knock upon the door,
which grew into a pound.
The guardsmen outside
had heard my voice sound.
I sent the men away,
to the searching of the town
for the seer with no eyes,
and brambles in her gown.
"Rumpelstiltskin," I said,
and his image solidified.
It seemed he faded when I left
to send the men back outside.
"I will **** you on this spot,
if next you tell me winter died.
This is a forest, not a desert,
tell me: is my wife alive?
I threatened ******,
but we both knew I had lied.
I'd rather try to slay this villain,
with no hope that I'd survive,
than spend a minute or a moment
in a world without her eyes.
"I hope you realize
that the power in between us
is more than normal lives.
We are part of this land
Filled with winter's ice."
...And with my heart in my hand,
I purchased his advice.
Bryan Oct 2017
"I know not much: no more than you-
But I know enough to dig
through the memories made in haste;
Small mistakes, they grow big.
What is it you thought you knew,
the night of wedding bliss?
How could such detail,
in your haste, let be missed?"

Standing only feet
from where the memory was made,
I was filled with frigid blood
at the way I had been played.
My face was such a tell!
Such misery displayed,
that the beast knew my thoughts
in such an intimate way.
Surely he knows them now?
Realization lit my face.
The demon's smile grew,
and darkened up the place.

"I see you know, Mr. Prince,
of the moment that I speak.
It seems your face has flushed,
and your knees have grown weak."

Is The Queen so vindictive
as to mark my girl's cheek?
Matriarch of many
Moved to ****** at her peak?
And why just now,
and not any other week?
It seems my lover's mother
suppresses others'
Happiness they seek.

I had no choice but bluff:
"What are these lies you're telling me?
My face flushes at your sight!
My feet quake to strike at thee!
Your image inspires hate,
and requires sympathy.
Look what you gain for your power!
Dead flesh, and mal disease?
What kind of life is that to live?
You're rejected by the fleas!
Yet you pretend that you know-"

"Mr. Prince, please!"
The fiend appeared hurt?
Confusing, to say the least...
The look was gone then,
and I listened to the beast.
"I'm sorry I interrupted,
but for insult, I have no need.
There is more I have to tell you:
I have to show you what I see.
We have a deal made,
and payment to be decreed,
for everything has a price,
and every soul has a deed."

When he spoke, I heard the truth,
and my heart adjusted speed.
Bryan Oct 2017
This time I did not stumble.
As I ran, I did not fall.
I did not swim the moat,
Nor did I climb the castle walls,
But I made it to our chambers,
Ten guardsmen at my call.
As I crept into the room,
I left my charges in the hall.
The bed sat there empty,
sheets knotted in a ball.
The guardsmen came thereafter,
and we found nothing.

Nothing at all.

"Rumpelstiltskin!" I screamed,
with all the vigor of my lungs.
"Oh name of names,
Ill of ill,
the very word poisons tongues!
Show yourself! Explain to me,
what exactly have you done?"

"Oh, Mr. Prince, can't you see,
that I am not the one?"
Came a filthy, bubbling voice
From behind me, as I spun.
"If you recall, all I did
was warn you of danger come.
I gave notice, and you heard.
Believe: my heart is wrung.
This isn't my doing-"

Pulling curtains, I brought sun.
He flowed into the shadows,
like an oily liquid run.

"Listen demon, you play fools,
and I assure you, here are none.
I've battled dragons, battled ogres,
and all these battles, I have won.
If I should find a way to slay you,
That is not battle. That is fun.
Tell me the purpose of this ruse
before my patience is overrun."

"Oh, a deal, Mr. Prince?
Are you sure you're up for this?
I have knowledge, you have need,
but can you pay to rent my wit,
or should I leave you to yourself,
to search the halls and dungeon pit?"
Every word that he spoke,
the horror dribbled spit.

"Name your price, monster,
And I will give what I can give.
My life is nothing without White.
I would be only black within."
I waited for the council
of this Rumpelstiltskin.
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