Inferno in Oz, Prologue pt. 2

Witchslayer's Wrath

Deep beneath the desert sand,
Within the Gnome King's halls of stone --
He threw her in a prison cell,
And left her there alone.

Uncounted years went slowly by
As she wept with lonely tears,
Trapped in jail all by herself
For more than 80 years.

Bear in mind, for but a tic
That Dorothy, through Oz's power
Would never age, and never die --
A blessing long gone sour.

That much time in solitude
Wreaked havoc on her troubled mind;
Eventually, poor Dorothy
Left sanity behind.

The Gnome King, on his rocky throne,
The Magic Belt around his waist --
Kept Dorothy as his favourite prize,
And savoured victory's taste.

He'd visit her near twice a day
To gloat about the girl's defeat;
Dorothy said not a word,
And stared down at her feet.

One day, she'd taken enough.
She called the Gnome King to her cell,
Told him she was feeling sick
And to the floor she fell.

When they came to Dorothy's aid,
She leapt to action, knocked them down,
Ran for King Gnome's royal hall,
And hit him with his crown.

Furious and most surprised,
The King of Gnomes, out for himself,
Fought hard 'gainst her fury, but
He lost the Magic Belt.

She stood above him, put it on,
Felt its magic power surge,
And ordered all of gnomish kin
To serve him in her scourge.

And to the King, she whispered soft:
'You will lead the armies east,
And once I've taken my revenge,
On riches you shall feast."

Greedily, the King agreed
(The Belt would not allow his 'nay');
With twisted grin, her eyes on fire,
She sent the gnomes away.

Once the sun had finally set,
And with the prison at her back,
She strode the silent hills of sand,
With rage so cold and black.