Troubled, Glinda sits in thought,
Upon her shining ruby throne;
Trouble brews within her lands,
That chills her to the bone.
"What can be done," she asks the air,
"To calm the furious Dorothy?
What magic could reverse her rage?
Is there such remedy?"
"NEVER," comes a hateful voice,
"I SHALL NOT BE SO PACIFIED.
YOU SAID YOU COULD SEND ME HOME,
BUT CLEARLY, YOU HAVE LIED.
BUT MY -- WHAT PRETTY CHINA DOLLS!
REAL AS REAL, THOUGH SEEMING FAKE --
WHAT A SAD THING IT WOULD BE
FOR ONE OF THEM TO BREAK."
"NO," cries Glinda, on her feet,
"Don't you harm a single doll!
And for that matter, how'd you get
Beyond the porcelain wall?"
Beyond the palace, to the south,
The wall lies shattered on the ground
(The fallout of great Toto's bark;
A deep, destructive sound.)
The Good Witch runs straight out the door,
Wand of magic in her hand,
And runs as fast as she can go
To Dainty China Land.
And yet, too late does she arrive --
For with a second mighty bark,
Toto shatters all of them,
And southeast lands grow dark.
"Oh my stars -- What have you done?
You've driven china dolls extinct!
What had they ever done to you,
To vanish in a blink?"
"A WARNING NOW, MY LOVELY FRIEND:
NO MORE SOULS SHALL DIE TODAY,
SO LONG AS YOU AND ALL YOUR TRICKS
STAY OUT OF MY WAY."
Glinda lifts a sole eyebrow
At tiny mortal's bravery,
But all who know her is aware
She abhors tyranny.
The duel is fast on either side,
As both girls leap into the fight,
But thanks to stolen Magic Belt,
Witch-killer wins the night.
With good witch lying on the ground,
The victor whispers so she'll hear her,
"Next stop: Emerald City, dear,
To steal the Magic Mirror."
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© Jackson Cambridge, 2016.
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