Mr.Stilskin,
Why must you wear that crooked smile?
Mr.Stilskin,
I’ve heard you haven’t seen your son Bae in a while.
Mr.Stilskin,
Every time I see you, you’re always trying to get me to wager.
Mr.Stilskin,
I’ve read that you, the dark one, are a serious danger.
Mr. Stilskin,
I’ve been told,
that you of all people can turn straw into gold.
Mr.Stilskin,
There’s a dagger that controls you.
Mr. Stilskin,
and that the only way to win the dagger is by bloodshed too.
But Mr.Stilskin,
not every tale must be true.
For Mr.Stilskin,
that would mean utter doom.
Poetry
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I’ve always been interested in the tale of Rumpelstiltskin, and I love how you made it your own! I also really enjoy the format of a one-sided conversation.