Half Written Tale Poem by Stefanie Fontker

And without their hearts,
They did roam, a terrible
Story conclusion, I say
Where is the hero, on his
Dashing white horse
Or the band of friends
Too stupid to not do
The right thing?
There is no villain
No witch or demon to be seen
Not an disturbed, or perhaps
Heartbroken old man
In a one hundred mile radius
There is none, only a
Damsel or two that did not
Ever want or ask to be
Saved, rescued or remembered
Happy in their misery
Flesh rotting, they smile
But they do not forget us
Faithful readers and fans
And from the Underworld
Their postcards do come