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Crazy Old Maurice


Making fun, “Crazy Old Maurice”.

Once upon a time, he

was a hired inventor, at peace.

Until one winter night,

 

the young prince answered a knocking.

Watching, the inventor

sees the traveler he was passing

become an enchantress.

 

“Crazy Old Maurice” they insist.

The enchantress cursed the

castle and its people. A mist

chased the royal inventor.

 

The cursed fog spread through the forest

as it tried to touch him,

while he rode his horse to the test.

Unable to capture him

 

the forest, in his place, was changed.

No, he will never lead

you back. Those woods are now deranged,

with a horrible beast.

 

“Crazy Old Maurice” they dismiss.

His deliriums, they

believe, are of his wife. With this

they pity his daughter, Belle.

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