A Poem
penned by Shaelyn Patzer, Abby Van Wassen, and Ben with a "Hebrew Last Name"

Silence falls like snowflakes, across the empty town
As if it had been struck by plague
The town diminished away in time
From ragnarok to nifleheim
The elves all danced with joyous cheer, the oppressor was dead
Never again would they be forced to make shoes!
The tyrant had died and never again would they be forced to make shoes!
Nor would they need to sing the blues
In thinly disguised bible hymns
The preacher praised satin bellow
The crisp autumnal skies
A harbinger of the cold to come
The cold air sent chills up their spines
As they looked at their feet, or through the vivid stained glass, desperately trying to ignore the sermon
They pondered Nietzsche, and the existence of god
For could there really be such a god if the world is so cruel
Or can there really be life in those desolate pools-
Where only a banshee would willingly venture
There he lay, cast away from the living,
His arms crossed, his face to the sky,
As he fell down weeping for his lost love.
A burst of sun shown as he began to grin, there are plenty of other fish out in the sea!
The world of the living forsaken he walked away from the sun towards the moon's silver arms…
When he was suddenly struck down by a tse tse fly
For he had angered the all mighty king of the tse tse flies
Once he was arrogant and did not fear the king
And then the king exiled him and that was that.
Never should he have put his finger in the king's soup
His finger still burns and his heart it yearns for the courts of the tiny king
Where free love was encouraged and Thumbelina's were welcome
The girl awoke from her dream to find nothing but the bare room where she lay.