Forevermore

From the fires of hell he created her
She was the unknown danger to herself
To mankind, and yet amongst all of them, he
found her, the power inside her shut away, for
as long as legend would allow.
And as try as she might, she could
not spin gold and the dungeon she was kept in
left nothing but sorrow and painful memories.
You must spin this thread into gold by the end of
this fateful night, and if unsuccessful, you
shall spend eternity at the bottom
of the deepest, darkest pit of hell.
And well all seems lost, he appeared out of nowhere
bringing with him light and freedom
and he spun gold for three days, while she gave
away all she owned, all but her power.

And on that third night, she had no more
and he said thus, I shall take your first born,
and blood will spill on that fateful night. And so
it came along that the king, whom imprisoned her
betrothed her to a prince and a fateful day did come.
When she bore a child, a son and the elf came back
to spill the blood as promised.
But, the raven croaked hoarse and marked that
fatal entrance of him, under her markings.
It did thus, and make her blood boil and
eyes gleam red, as fire dawned upon her mind
and thoughts. With all outrage, she flung all she
could at him. The elf was arage with contemplation.
All fire and hell were opening upon him,
cracks as wide as the heavens appeared
in the earth, leaving poor Rumpelstiltskin to dangle
for his life.

And she stood above him, with glowing eyes
and heaving chest and said, and thus it is done
child has been bore and blood will be spilt. And he fell
to his doom that night, and all was well
with the girl from then on
all but a distant memory to carry
with soul and meaning behind it.
And often she would stare back at her child,
for swearing fire in his eyes had loomes upon him.
But no, he was over there now, all gone
and had fallen to the plummet, to the core
of the very earths being.
He had fallen to hell forevermore.

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