Once upon a time
Or so the myth began
There was a poor and greedy farmer
Who promised kings impossible things
For his own rise and money
The story said
He had a child
A daughter so beautiful and bright
She could spin straw into gold
So to the king she was given to work.
To keep his word
the father made
A promise with the Trickster, the devil
And every night when the sun went down
Rumpelstiltskin span for the girls life.
And this is where
Truth turns to myth
And the stories span are all lies
For the girl never did marry the king.
And her first born never went the man of spinning gold.
For gold was never span
On her third night locked away
and when the king went in the next day
It was to find she was not there...
The girl and Rumble disappeared, never seen again.
And still the stories
twist and turn and lie
for guessing Rumbles real name
was never a way to win a deal.
His name was only used for the one he truly loved.
But years went past
and the daughter aged
while Rumplestiltskin stayed the same.
Until the day, he knew would come
and she closed her eyes one last time.
And although he knew it
it still broke his small heart
and turned it back, against the world
against friendship, joy and love.
Rumplestiltskin turned into the man of his myths.
Never do a deal
With the devil, Rumplestiltskin
For he will take your daughters, children
As his payment, no matter what....
For all he wants, deep down, is another one to love.