The Story Of The Infamous Leprechaun

She could bake dreams,
Build paper creatures
She had forgotten she could write as well,
Only recently she was reminded.

And he liked a girl who could sew dreams,
knit patchwork lies,
and paint grudge,
who took comfort in big muscly arms.

He was a little guy
who had a big heart,
he mistook the paper creatures,
as guns turned towards his heart,
couldn't see the magic in her baked wonders,
prejudiced her pride.

When he realized,
the girl who knits patchwork lies,
lays numb,
as he makes love,
he thought it a deprivation of love.

It wasn't that however;
she didn't have a soul to feel; to desire; to reply his love..
It was sold to the patriarchal guns;
promising a life so calm,
so numb.

Not much later,
he risen with her needle piercing his skin..
There was a knock on the door,
as he stirred in his green smoothie powder,
he received a letter,
in shape of a heart made of paper.

The letter was scented with cinnamon, cloves and.. coriander?
It told him he was invited
to a place made of spices and sugar..
Shrugged on his guitar,
he wanted to know,
this tainted witch better.

When he reached her doorstep,
he also noticed the smell of cardamom, ginger and white pepper..
He shuddered,
when he saw her with a tray of Chocolate Mint Dessert,
that he used to eat in his childhood.
But that was just a back-up spell,
it was the windmill cookies that took their tool.