Sweet N' Sour

Who knows what a girl could be thinking about at this hour, 

Locked away with only her mind full of wonder, 

It’s as though the answers are hidden behind a broken tumbler. 

She wonders when curiosity will pull her under. 

But there is good and bad in her mind, 

And it’s the excitement of probable find, 

That makes it impossible to unwind, 

At such an unsuitable time. 

He is no maimed devil, 

And no amount of chastising metal, 

Will hold back the shrieking voice of Never-Settle, 

A mental rebel, a great spell, who tells of great peril. 

“You wonder a lot for such a young thing like yourself, 

I see you are worried but don’t fret I have a fix. 

Don’t think of me as some evil elf, 

I assure you, dear, forget the skeptics. 

Take my especially proven potion

 To stop this awful commotion,

I can unlock the latch you’ve always wanted open.

But you must be warned that this knowledge can never be spoken.”

In the flicker of a crow’s eye, 

The little beast drew awry, 

Flying away into the cold night sky. 

Would this elixir stop her mind from soaring so high? 

She looked down at the glass bottle in her hands,

The green liquid looked hauntingly grand,

Would she even have the capacity to understand, 

The world and all its secrets, or would they be indescribably bland? 

With a little less than a minute left in the hour, 

She took the potion upon her lips to devour.  

From within the walls of her ivory tower, 

A girl was granted such unholy power.

It wasn’t until the next morning when she awoke, 

And tried to speak, but choked, 

That she remembered the wicked beast’s terrible joke, 

That she would never talk, except croak.