Inferno in Oz - Prologue, pt. 1

The Legend of the Witch Killer

Swept up by a cyclone fierce
She tossed across the Kansas plain,
To land upon the Wicked Witch
And end her evil reign.

The Munchins of the southern lands,
Led by Glinda, Witch of Good,
Blessed her with the Silver Shoes
And kissed her where she stood.

To the Wizard of the land,
Witch-Killer, by Glinda sent,
Hit the road of yellow brick,
And, blessed by magic, went.

On route to the city green,
A Scarecrow hanging silently;
Tin Woodsman helpless, rusted stiff,
And lion cowardly.

She bid them join her in her quest
To find what each of them would need:
A heart, a brain, and courage great --
To which they all agreed.

The Emerald City, bright and tall;
Stood before them 'gainst the sky,
While the Wicked Witch looked on
With telescopic eye.

One by one, her forces came,
Trapped them in the melee's mire--
Took the girl to be her slave,
The situation dire.

The Witch tried everything she knew;
Lied and cheated, played pretend --
But once cold water touched her skin,
Her reign came to an end.

With both the Wicked Witches gone,
The evil purged from all the land,
The Wizard built a great balloon
To fly above the sand.

With all adventures squared away,
And by the Good Witch Glinda's leave,
Clicked her heels and waited for
Her fantasy's reprieve.

All of you should know the tale
Of Dorothy's bizarre caprice;
Yet the account written here
Bids not her story end.

This narrative supposes here
That she never made it back;
When the Witch grabbed Dorothy's shoe,
The shoe sustained a crack.

The fracture caused the shoes to fail,
Power gone, fresh out of boons;
She plummeted at breakneck speed,
Headfirst in the dunes.

(to be continued...)