Original Work 11/7/2014 J.LynOnce upon a time in tales of yore were stories of unmatched moral compass They reached across from shore to shore to set right various sorts of rumpus. They guided hearts and mended minds they spoke to kids and wives and husbands. They warned which words caused lasting binds and traced traits that made slow time sands. But then one dark and gloomy day a man all dressed in night decided scaring children away just didn’t seem all that right. He took the stories, shook them out shedding what made fright or fear He aimed for dry and safe all about as he wanted every record clear. And soon the children forgot the why of not to play at night And there came this woman not at all shy dancing through moonlight The colors were Oh! so very Oh! and everyone craned to see They followed one by one and so that city began ceasing to be.