Pinocchio
Here is the story of Pinocchio
He was made by a wood carver named Geppetto
Geppetto had a wish for his puppet to become evil and do his bidding
His wish was granted and that was no kidding
A dark fog came out of the ground one night
And gave Pinocchio life which sparked the earth with fright
He destroyed the life of the one that started his
And off to the town he went to explore his new ways
Along the journey he met Jiminy Cricket who teaches Pinocchio how to be evil
With the heart of the devil and only one thing on his mind, revenge
They continued on the path to town destroying everything in their path
Soon they approached and hid behind the brush
Waiting and waiting for the right moment to rush
Pillaging, plundering and setting fires, demolishing all in their wake
The townspeople had enough of the fury and took action against the menacing duo
To Pinocchio’s house they intended to brake
Into the darkness, they marched with torches lit and pitch forks high
They marched and marched under the night sky
The house opened up in the clearing and the townspeople circled
Yelling for their head
Jiminy paced as to figure out what to do and uttered underneath his breath, “How do I let them get rid of only you.”
Pinocchio overheard his ill wishes and took Jiminy’s life before the people would take his
The door flung open and rage filled the room
This was the beginning of young Pinocchio’s doom
They chased him around grabbing and tearing apart his wooden body till nothing was left
The people lit the house on fire and watched the flames touch the stars
The screams of Pinocchio could be heard through the heat
As they knew the evil was beat
An eerie fog lifted from the flames
The moon turned red, the ground shook and thunder rang
A crack opened beneath the frightened townspeople’s feet, they ran through the forest to escape with lied beneath
The wind started to whip the trees
Rustling the leaves
Swirling around and around into a funnel
An eerie fog went back into the crack, the ground sealed.
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