The Furies

Ages ago blood droplets paved the way - 

For heads wreathing with serpents, 

Eyes dripping with blood, 

Wings of a bat, body of a dog. 

Borne out of the anger of the dead, 

To avenge false oaths; 

The angry ones, the gracious ones, 

Sometimes one, sometimes numerous - 

The deities of vengeance, 

Arising from a self-curse!

The Fall of Troy

The invincible city wouldn't have fallen but for the... 

Death of the Trojan prince before he reached an age of score 

Razing of the Phrygian Gates, near the tomb of King Laomedon of lore 

Stealth from the city of the Palladium or was it something more? 

Some say it was for the part of Achilles son in the war 

For the capture of the starving Rhesean steed 

For the use of bow and arrows of Hercules by far 

For the long lost remains of Pelops indeed 

Could any of this be the reason for the fall or was it a more simple reason in reality? 

A wooden horse hiding warriors carrying swords and spears; 

Death of a valiant commander prince sworn to fealty - 

Abduction of sweet Helen and a siege lasting ten years...

A warrior like no other...

Dipped in Styx by my nymphet mother, 

Made immortal, the Gods shudder - 

My only weakness - my heel will make me dead! 

Lived in disguise as Pyrrha, the redhead. 

A Lemnian, a Trojan bedded, & yet no love wedded. 

A cousin dead, a son lost to fates

Loyal, brave Myrmidons my only mates... 

I am a law unto my own, 

No king, no ruler I have known! 

Apollo enraged, an arrow unguided by name, 

Surpassing my creator in my fame - 

Undefeated yet dying because of war, 

A Trojan Princess my ghost demands by far! 

Her quiet sagacity and honor, my beacon 

Her sacrifice the final one I reckon.

In the name of...

Kasper, Melchior, Belshazzar, 

No king, no emperor, not a czar! 

A not-so-straightforward manikin am I, - a poltergeist, a goblin, a dwarf with a strange name to go by! 

Sheepshanks, Cruickshanks, Spindleshanks? 

Oh would you go beyond these pranks? Not-so-simple-as-a-Conrad, 

My name could never be a part of a fad - 

If you fail to guess my name for goodness sake! 

I shall brew, I shall bake, a royal child I shall take. 

Your wasted efforts do make me grin, 

For my name is nothing but... (Rumpelstiltskin)

Respite from the garret

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

The cinders gave me my identity first... 

But a benevolent godmother with fairy dust so fine, 

Had for me a dress of gold and silver threads entwine! 

A tap on the head turned 'em six mice to dapple-gray steed, 

my chariot - the moon, the witches, the charm and more decreed; 

Caged-rat-to-coachman fix - 

With liveried footmen come from lizards six! 

Dainty lil' glass slippers to carry me, 

back before the witching hour - I outta be!

Locked in a tower...

Cravings for a rampion
Made Mother Gothel my champion
But in a tower alone I stay
Sometimes I let down my hair, sometimes I dare to sing and sway
Sometimes I wish to make the Old Crone stop
But using my very own gold spun silken stresses she climbs atop
For they are twenty yards and longer
I wish I was braver, I wish I was stronger
If I was, I would chop my hair and make it a rope
And then on my own would I elope
But here in a tower alone I stay
Waiting for a prince to come this way!