Prologue and Epilogue
By: Haley Pak
Prologue
Hooded Little Red skips into the glen
With a basket of bread longing for home.
She’s remembering her mother’s good advice:
Don’t wander, follow the yellow brick road.
Curious Jill fell down a well with no name,
And lost Jack-of-All-Trades to a rabbit.
Hatter cried “Alas,” the cat played his games
Beheading was the queen’s bloody habit.
Sweetest Peter Pan, loved his Neverland,
In the tales he would tell to be clever
His fiction turned true, blinding glass and sand
Trap him in frost, now he's young forever.
Tangled tales make foggy chapters; they’re lost.
Ink, paper, voice, and pen, twisting paths crossed.
Epilogue
Hooded Little Red found friends in the end
To protect her from wolves and the weather.
Wicked beast dead, it takes three steps to send
A little girl back home to her mother.
Curious Jill found her misfortunes ended.
When Jack-of-all-trades made a riot at tea.
Up the beanstalk together ascended,
The wondering children from madness free.
Sweetest Peter Pan left his Neverland
When he saw the tears wash the winter far
He now finds children, shows them hand in hand
Flying ships in the light of the second star.
Ended tales make glimmering lights; they’re done.
The power of a beginning and end, happily ever won.