(This is a poem in trochaic tetrameter based off Grimm's Fairy Tale of Fitcher's Bird.)
You can never trust a beggar.
I knew he was a bad man.
So when he came to carry me off,
I had learned from her mistakes.
A bright pearl egg, such a simple
thing to give, but I left it there,
brought home my sisters and left
him to die a firey death.
He had fallen for my clever
trick, carried them to safety and
I, in my magnificance, stood
proud, a bird, confident in my
costume, the skull in the window,
honey and feathers stuck to my
naked skin, a mark of pride,
I watched you and your friends burn.
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