Ventriloquism for Royalty

She picked the toad statue up off the floor,

stuffed it in a dresser drawer.

She then turned her attention to the box

that spilled its contents as it dropped.

An amulet of amethyst,

obsidian in a saline mist,

a message engraved on a golden key,

in a language poor Ingrit could not read.

She ran quickly to the locked truck,

where inside, the shrew and raven were stuck.

As she was about to step inside,

a vision came to Ingrit’s mind.

She saw the toad in its pleading tone,

just before it turned to stone.

The toad, it asked her for a kiss,

and begged of her not to dismiss

the truth she felt within her heart;

that voice she knew, the missing part.

She hurried back to the dresser drawer;

retrieved the toad, laid it on the floor,

then on its cheek, Ingrit placed a kiss

which surrounded them both in swirling mist.

And when the mist did clear the air,

in the toad’s stead was standing there,

Ingrit’s long-lost brother Myles,

his uniform as sparkling as his smile.

Ingrit let out a joyous scream,

which came out as a croak it seemed.

“Don’t worry, Sis, we’ll make it right.

On that shrew and raven, revenge comes tonight.”

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