Fairie Tales - Rumpelstiltzkin and Goldilocks - Fathom, Count
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Not for the easily offended! It's time to meet a character, long lost, forgot, obscured. I serve her, for I must. I write, into her web you're lured. Tortures most unspeakable within are oft endured. Meet her at your peril. She's only for the most matured, for in her sight the darkness of your fate is quite assured. Nuck, she is, an evil pure, for our world she's taken form. Wither where she goes quickly follows her a swarm of poisoned pixie creatures raining down within a storm. Where is blessed order she will blight, upset, transform. All our plans she lays to ruin, all our hopes she will…mehr

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Not for the easily offended! It's time to meet a character, long lost, forgot, obscured. I serve her, for I must. I write, into her web you're lured. Tortures most unspeakable within are oft endured. Meet her at your peril. She's only for the most matured, for in her sight the darkness of your fate is quite assured. Nuck, she is, an evil pure, for our world she's taken form. Wither where she goes quickly follows her a swarm of poisoned pixie creatures raining down within a storm. Where is blessed order she will blight, upset, transform. All our plans she lays to ruin, all our hopes she will deform. The good against her background stands out clear in sharp contrast. Her background reaches everywhere, for the reach of Nuck is vast. Careful what you touch when Nuck's about, her bait is cast. Here within these pages, face to face she is at last.
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Many there are who, if they dared, would like my face to smack. A few in there would go too far and wish my skull would crack. They would say I earned as much, for morals I do lack. What can I do? Fed a diet from the world of blatant, brazen sin, my arteries are restricted by a sturdy moral plaque.But I'm not some kind of cruel and heartless psycho maniac. Most of my life was dull enough, I stayed upon the tracks. Little I had to carry round, it would barely fill a sack. Worry I did, most of the time, of the shirt upon my back. Would I lose it suddenly to fate's unseen attack?I haven't lived to please the hoard, they're fickle and they're vain, behaviours well established in a world that's gone insane. I feel I live upon a very different moral plane. Simple are my principles, easy to attain. Let others do as they will do, so long as they won't cause pain. It's politic to join the crowd upon their moral train, and fit in just as best you can where puritans do reign. Please excuse me, I'm not going there, I think I will abstain. I like the colours in the world, I find just white arcane. I want a world of freedom. In this there's much to gain.