Maleficent Unshamed

Once upon a time, they got the story wrong.

A child, a couple, a happy, joyful throng

Were what that fateful day had in store,

But none could stop what happened on that floor.

Without an invitation given.

A witch, clothed in darkness and mystery,

With skin the color of turquoise, showing great antiquity,

Joined the chorus, singing in sounds of giggles,

And danced to the lull of skillful fiddles,

All because the hag had not been shamed.

Before the sacred ceremony, when the three were blessing,

The ‘Evil’ One stood, her face expressing

A gaze of pure contentment.

The switch from bad to good for the day apparent

To all noblemen drinking to the birth.

From red, the child received irresistibility and grace,

Green giving good song, with such gentleness.

With no more curse, the blue gave a blessing in such a way:

The girl would never have a sad day,

She would never be blue again.

The last gift of all -- the one none expected --

Would be what kept her protected.

Of all the things the witch could have given,

This would be why she was forgiven

Because she gave a gift divine.

The girl was given her life,

One -- unlike others -- without great strife.

Witches pick fights, but not with children;

Or they would lose to millions.

Instead, they hate those who hate them.