Gretel: Book 1 Chapter 4

Verse 1
"Are you my brother dearest?"

"No, I am not."

"Oh dear. I see... Then you'll have to die!"

"Are you my brother dearest?"

"Yes, I am."

"Stop lying! Apologize with your life."

The girl was now a wandering weapon.

A tragic escapist, lost in lunacy,

overcome with pain in this dismal prison.

Who will show her the way out?

My author...I must revive him.

Where is he? Bring him to me!

Ugh. You'll have to do that yourself.

That's the reason for all of this killing!

I see. Then I guess I should kill more.

Verse 2
Our authors are such nasty men.

They wrote for us a story of unfaithful families and child hungry witches.

Verse 3
Our authors are cruel cynics.

Yet I am grateful to them for allowing my brother and I to be together.

Verse 4
A witch's candy house? No thanks.

Why would I eat sweets when I'd much rather eat my brother?

Verse 5
I will show him my love by keeping him safely in my belly.

Verse 6
How should I prepare my dearest?

With oil, basil, and pepper?

And bay leaves to cover the stench, of course.

Verse 7
No, I'm sure my brother will be tasty enough.

No need to season him at all!

Verse 8
I want to meet my brother dearest.

I want to love my brother dearest.

Verse 9
Where are my authors?

Verse 10
No matter what enemies she crushed,

her heart was entrenched in darkness.

All she ever wanted was to hold hands

and eat sweets with her beloved Hansel.

"Where are my authors?

Will killing them bring them back?

Then I shall build a mountain of corpses, and at the top

I shall meet my authors."

I'll kill more and more and more.

I'm not afraid. Not if it's for you, Hansel.

O-Oh, did it finally break?

It will. It's worn out. Smash it to bits!

Hansel...

She beamed as she ground

a mountain of golems into dust.

"Ah... So is this what I must do?

Will this bring my authors to life?"

But her authors did not return.

And neither did her brother.

Liar, liar, liar.

Liar!

"I don't mind killing more of them.

Just like that sweet candy house,

I will build a new home.

This one shall be of putrid flesh."

Discordant Poem
Too much candy is bad for you.

Its sweet scent masks everything,

even unpleasant, brittle truths.

One must show hospitality to any guest they invite into their home.

So what makes for a happy guest?

Greet your guests with handmade sweets.

Flour, eggs, milk, butter...

But butter is merely fat.

Would a human's work just as well?

Maybe better!