Rumpelstiltskin I am Styled

Once upon a time

In the land of trees and beauty

I lived within my shack

The king had rule over many

The people followed his riches wherever that he went

Although I fabricate myself to his manor nightly

None ponder my presence

On occasion, I bake, and others I brew

Under the gate I travel

Snatching whatever and anything too

This solemn night was average

With shines and utensils alike

Yet I hear the sound of a cry

Far below his quarters I hike

It was then that I spun gold from straw

In exchange a necklace and a ring another nigh

Three times I whirred, three different rooms

Each larger than the last

Soon I hold that ladies’ child tight and steadfast

No one knows the name of Rumpelstiltskin

For no one knows of he

Three nights I give her chance to call me by name

Lest the lady stumble my name across her tongue

The gold I spun from straw was for her life

And I need riches

Conrad she calls, then Harry, but that is not my name

She will not guess for I have none of any fame

Rumpelstiltskin she calls

Outraged at such a loss to my scores

I slam my foot right through the floors

Stuck just as the lady and the straw

I struggle myself blue

I pull hard and I pull again

Pulling so hard I tear myself in two.