I Love this poem, i'm slightly obsessed with it, i'm not gonna loose it because it's a pain in the a** to find.
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Ring! Ding! The Goblin King.
Prologue
Greta met a goblin in the cold, dark night.
Greta met a goblin and got quite a fright.
He crept to the hedgerow, his eyes aglow.
He grinned a grim grin. He crouched down low.
No one heard a sound. No one was around
when Greta met a goblin.
Part I
In a village far below
cold mountains black where goblins grow,
ring! Ding! A changeling sings, blows low.
Each eerie note trickles slick as silver from his throat.
Ring! Ding! A changeling sings.
Ring! for the King, his father mild.
Ding! For the Queen, his mother wild;
the fair Fairy Queen.
On the village green the two once met.
Each one loves the other yet,
but love is found an offensive, reprehensive thing
between a Fairy Queen and Human King.
Ring! Ding! A changeling sings.
His fairy mother, though fierce and wild,
could not for love or luck protect a changling child.
So left him for his father in the wood, all alone.
Throughout the wood sorrowful tones,
ring! Ding! A changeling sings.
So, dripping low, the echoes flow
throughout the village far below.
It is the 9th year of the Fairy-Human Wars.
Goblins peep in fairy windows. They creep in fairy doors.
They spy with keen eyes for the human king.
The chief goblin goes hobbling down the lane.
He’s feeling quite slighted and unrestrained
over leaving a meeting with the Human King
unfulfilled! Unrewarded! Unrecognized!
He has eyes full of harm. He has a basket on his arm.
It’s just the right size for the changeling who cries.
Ring! Ding! The basket swings.
The goblin, quite wicked, slips through the thicket.
(The thicket filled still with a ghostly glow of a changeling!)
The goblin creeps, stoops low. Ring! Ding! A changeling sings.
So, ring! Ding! Rides the King,
fast after the wail, fast falling pale;
for every baby by goblins snatched
is by goblins hatched
into a goggle-eyed goblin, green and pale
with a scaley tail!
The king's very afraid for a changeling re-made
would hatch full grown with a mind of his own
to conquer the land. (Which is just what was planned.)
Ring! Ding! A changeling sings.
Quickly the King discovers he cannot recover
child or goblin. He sends word to the mother.
The fairy Fairy Queen
dies with a scream on the village green.
So ring! Ding! Dies father king.
He swings upon a branch tangled and low,
at the end of a rope all a goblin glow.
He swings. Ring! Ding!
Part II
Back in the mountains cold and black, the changeling is hatched.
He calls in dissonant chords full of mournful rings
as ding! In a ring the goblins sing, “Ring! Ding! The Goblin King!”
He retains every scary part of fairy.
He keeps each unkind way of mankind.
His eyes, cold and silver, never close.
He has skin like the moon and a long, straight nose.
He has fire and spiders inside of his hands.
They help him to weave unspeakable plans.
His voice is a fugue full of sorrowful notes.
They float in dim rings. Ding! The Goblin King.
The goggle-eyed goblins gather 'round.
They scuffle and scrape without making a sound.
They drape him in glimmering, shimmering mail
made of dragon's scales and fairies' tails.
Ring! Ding! The Goblin King.
He takes delight in fright and pain,
so to institute his quite shocking reign,
throughout the village far below,
ring! Ding! The King does go.
He rides a toad with great, horned wings.
Ring! Ding! The Goblin King.
The toad's wings flap. It’s sharp tongue laps
every infant in town from it's warm, safe nap.
The snatched are then hatched into green and pale
goggle-eyed goblins with scaly tails.
Everything goes according to plan.
Ring! Ding! The King conquers the land.
He rules with a dark and fearsome hand.
Ring! Ding! The Goblin King.
Part III
Somehow, the kingdom, despite it's great size
finds the King dissatisfied.
He stares and declares, "I must have a bride!
Take a net, quick, and get Greta for my side!
She like a star follows cool and slow
my frightful might from the village below.
She'll be found in the place the ghostly glow
of a changeling fills still." Slow go
the tread of Greta far below.
Greta by a goblin is quickly met,
caught up in his net and set before the King.
Her reaction to his attraction is a crass, "Whatever!
You think you're clever?"
Before the king can form a reply
she snatches his eyes.
She laughs as she juggles the small, shiny things.
Then she cries out as a flower springs from each socket.
Still mad, she plucks them for her pocket.
With a ding they ring, like a changeling sings.
Ring! Ding! The Goblin King.
The sound makes Greta feel a bit sad.
It’s so sweet, she thinks, “Perhaps he’s not all bad.”
So, over the petals, a tiny tear springs.
It drops down with a ding like a changeling sings.
Soon fast and faster she feels her tears flow.
ever larger she watches them grow
till one tear’s as tall as the mountains cold and black.
It falls over the land with a smash! Smack! Crack!
As it splatters it shatters like a great glass plate.
The tear of every goblin makes
a half-human, half-fairy lady or lord.
So ending the Human-Fairy War.
Changelings are now the main things around.
Then a sound - a note floats soft and slow
throughout the village far below.
Ring! Ding! A Changeling King sings!
He's retained every very nice part of fairy.
Now has only kind ways of mankind.
His eyes are still silver, but warm and they close.
He has skin like the moon and a long, straight nose.
He has fire and spiders inside of his hands.
They help him to weave unbelievable plans.
Soft and kind notes float to his throat from the back of his mind.
Low they echo, they fall slow
throughout the village far below.
Ring! Ding! A Changeling sings.
Ring! A king like his father, mild.
Ding! A queen like his mother, wild.
On the village green the two often are seen
where his mother and father met.
Each loves the other yet.
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