Twisted Tales

 

Three little pigs went out one day
Were caught by a butcher and brutally slain
Never again did the pigs complain
About the big bad wolf who wouldn’t go away

Little Red Riding Hood grabbed the treats
Basket on her arm she was tidy and neat
Out in the forest she was too slow on her feet
Pounced on from behind the wolf started to eat

Hansel and Gretel in a sweet cake hut
Gretel’s back swollen in welts and cuts
She weeps silently when Hansel’s time is up
The witch cackled loud when she spills his guts

Young flying Peter from another land
Dueling back and forth on the white beach sand
With a pirate who sports a black hook for hand
The sand turned red with spilled blood of the Pan

Snow White lying still and cold as death
Barely seen is the rise and fall of her chest
Along comes one who steals her breath
Strangled and suffocated Snow White is dead

Twist it, taint it, make it hollow
Take the light and cast it in shadow
Tales told in a voice pitched low
In the flickering light of a candles glow

©Aarron Mondello
27/4/2018

 

Lost Storytellers

 

How I yearn for days or yore
A time I only know from tales
When storytellers would sit before
An audience in raptured silence

Youth to Gama’s and Gaffa’s aged
Would hear words come to life
Told with voice full of grace
Of adventure, war and glory

A time when ones imagination
Took them to worlds afar
Tellers wove for them destinations
And they rode there on captured hearts

How I yearn for those times again
That I know only from tales
When for an audience one would wend
A path through distant lands

©Aarron Mondello
31/3/2018