Once upon a time,
The moon absconded from the
Sky, trusting the stars.

A pretty maiden
Stood by the chiseled window,
Portraying the night.

The bloodshot eyes gleamed
In the unnoticed darkness,
Like the Big Bad Wolf's.

Her pink lips had lied;
Unlike Pinocchio's Sins,
Her nose stayed flawless.

The White Church bell tolled.
The Beast revealed his manja
Threads. The stars shuddered.

His hands obliged death,
Unlike Evil Queen's Huntsman,
Faithful in bidding.

Her still crimson corpse
Satiated his mind. He
Hauled her up and ran.

Red polka dots stalked
Him, like the bread crumbs left by
Hansel and Gretel.