What's in a Name?- Rumpelstiltskin

In a small medieval town

Lived a miller of renown

Famous for his boastful speech

Of which the Kings ears did reach

The miller boastful and proud

Did relate very loud

My daughter can spin straw into gold

And bring you treasures and wealth untold

The child was put under arrest

Then was put to the test

If she refused to comply

Upon the dawn she would die

Sitting at the spinning wheel

She began the wretched ordeal

Clearly an impossible task

But there was no help to ask

She began to cry in despair

Unprepared for who did appear

An ugly little stranger

Stood in the corner of her chamber

Then the manikin did inquire

What was the reason for her ire

To him she explained her dire plight

Spin all the straw into gold before daylight

The troll grinned and imparted

Well let`s started

Precious metal I will bedeck

For that jewel around your neck

When the sun did rise

And the King saw the prize

He did greatly implore

Now I want a lot more

To a larger room she was pent

The straw was filled to a greater extent

And again summoned the sprite

To spin the thread all night

So he appeared once more

To work at the nightly chore

In exchange she had to bring

From her finger a precious ring

But the monarch did not have enough

And he ordered a ton of the stuff

Now spin what’s inside

And tomorrow you`ll be my bride.

The little man soon showed his face

And at once set the pace

The price to have this job done

Would be her first born little one.

The Kings` greed was finally fed

And they were happily wed

Her highness was beguiled

By the birth of her first child

The queen thought all was good

When in her room the ogre stood

They made an agreement

Now he wanted his payment.

On his third visit by sunset

She must pay the great debt.

It was time for her to choose

Guess his name or her son she would lose

The first day, then the second

Thomas, Gilford, Harry, Becon

Try as hard as she might

She could not name the sprite

The empress requested a loyal servant

To go to the village and be observant

And collect some information

That would help her dire situation.

Upon his return, he described in awe

 A very unusual sight that he saw

At a wooded glen in the wood

A run down little cottage stood

There a little man in dwarfish attire

Danced drunkenly around a fire

Shouting into the flame

He revealed his true name

The third visit, her last chance

The imp popped in doing a dance

Now is the time my dear Madame

For you to tell me who I am

Let me think for a while

She said with wry smile

Then leapt up and did exclaim

Rumpelstiltskin, that`s your name.

As soon as his real name was said

Smoke began to spew from his head.

Ooze from his legs began to pour

In a fiery moment Rumpelstiltskin was no more.

The lady shed tears of joy

As she cradled her baby boy

Then dissolved in fits of laughter

And yes, she lived happily ever after.