The Art of the Spell
In another dimension in the Multiverse, a faerie vies for the kingship, but will the deal he makes be the one that breaks him?
Once upon a Friday morn
A faerie rose to find a storm
Was lashing out upon the dawn
And pounding on the free.
And yet there was another force
A troll, bare-chested, on his horse
Schemed his schemes without discourse
And rubbed his hands with glee.
Trump-faerie wiped his sleepy eyes
While upon his lawn the free did cry
Some smirked, some frowned, some asked him ‘why’,
But all of them were angry.
“I should be king!” he cried aloud.
But only jeers came from the crowd.
“You low-life losers, I won’t be cowed!
You morons will not stop me!”
“This is fake news,” Trump-faerie mumbled
Above his head the storm did rumble
And scared him till he took a tumble
And fell upon his knees.
“I need some magick,” Trump-faerie messaged
To Rudy-elf about the wreckage
“These liberal Dems I need to manage
To get them away from me.’
“I have no magick spell for you
But I know someone who might just do
He is occult, that much is true
Thus, he can help most ably.”
“Who is this man, I need to know?
I need his magick fast or slow
To banish Sleepy Creepy Joe
So, I can win most bigly.”
And Rudy-elf, he messaged back
“It’s Vlad the Troll who has no lack
Of useful spells both white and black
I know he’ll have the key.
The elf, he stirred the cauldron, hot
And wiped his face of dye and snot
He called out to the troll, “Why not?
The truth could set them free.”
The fearsome troll’s face did break through
Within the smoke and bubbling brew
The magick shocked the elf right through
He stepped back in a hurry.
“Who has call me?” Vlad did growl
With a breath so putrid and foul
At Rudy-elf, Trump waved his towel
“It was him! It wasn’t me.”
“But since you’re here please let me beg
A spell from you, just don’t renege
To banish all those rotten eggs
Those Dems that are so beastly!”
With a gleam of avarice in his eye
The troll did chuckle, “Please tell me why
So, no spell I give will go awry.”
His words they were so pretty.
“It’s a witch-hunt!” the faerie shouted,
“And I’m not a witch.” Trump-faerie pouted
“I am tremendous, my rallies crowded
So, give the spell to me.”
“This one, he is most trickable,”
Vlad laughed, “He is so gullible.”
And so he shouted, “I am able,
To do this one for free.”
Then Rudy-elf, he did murmur
In a voice that grew much firmer
“The troll, I think, he is a scammer
And to say this is my duty.”
Trump-faerie scoffed and waved his hand.
“A troll with power will be on brand
I’m sure his magick will be grand,
And will bring good luck to me.”
Vlad the troll, he hid a chuckle
“This chump I can most easily baffle.”
He leaned right in and with a cackle
He said a word most mighty.
“Shout that out to those lousy Dems,
Shout it out to prove we’re friends.
But, he whispered, “Your time here ends
And the leader will be me!”
Upon a podium the faerie stood
To steal the kingship, he knew he would
Shout out the word he knew he could
And proudly called “Covfeve!”
The storm pulled Trump into the sky
The crowd they fought until Vlad died
Now daily they are heard to cry
“No leader! Now we’re free!”