A Reoccurring Wickedness

As these things begin

With, really, no start

And yet we’re omniscient still

With purpose to win

And a triumphant heart

And iron-made, courageous will.

A distance so near;

A wickedness felt;

A brother the witch locked away.

A cackle and fear

Would inside me melt

My courage with effortless sway.

Beyond just a bend

Without being seen

A castle so menacing stood.

It could not defend

Against my good being;

the bad never stood up to good.

I’d race through its doors

And dash ‘cross its floors

And hurriedly room upon room

Would never deliver my brother to me-

I was certain he was meeting his doom.

And the walls would get thinner

The ceiling would cave

And just when all hope seemed to fade

I’d hear the weak voice of my brother in arms

And I’d crawl toward it without dissuade.

I’d pull him to freedom through crumbling walls

And a witch would be hot at our heels.

And she’d cackle and hiss at us, screaming, balled fists, baddest bitch with no earthly appeals.

And we’d make it to safety, my brother and I-

A close call it was always to be,

But the dream would return,

And the witch would be there

to kidnap my brother from me.