Dreaming Of a Nightmare In Eden

Neither white pebble-stones

Nor crumbs of bread were left as a trail

For them to be led along crooked old trees

Looking like twisted shapes of the dead.

Then they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough.

It flew away and they followed it

Until it alighted on the roof of a little house,

Constructed of gingerbread and confectionary.

So heavenly!

They began to eat.

Then a soft voice cried from the parlour:

Nibble, nibble, gnaw,

Is it a mouse nibbling at my little house?"

And the children answered:

"It's the wind, the heaven-born wind, "

And went on eating without disturbing themselves.

It was as if the house moved,

And in that moment,

The little white bird on the rooftop made a horrible shriek,

Instead a black crow flew away over the trees

Gretel dropped the cake she held

She fell down on her knees,

Began to cough up blood and threw up her delicious meal.

She couldn't breathe

Chocking and chewing on the guts

Spewing from her mouth

Gretel bled from eyes and her ears and her nose

She was bleeding like a pig

Until she dropped dead!

The skies turned red instantly

While the candy cottage

Transformed into a huge festering ulcer

The stench of old blood and black pus

Sugar and cake turned into decomposed flesh

Crawling with flies, maggots and snakes

This process of decay seemed quickly to spread

It crawled over life and left it for dead

Hansel took a few steps back

He decided to turn around, to run away and then

He looked straight into the face of a witch

She whispered a spell, crafted in hell:

"Nibble, nibble, gnaw

Hansel! I will eat your lifeless flesh

Still warm... But raw"