Baba Yaga’s iron teeth
Gnash at everything beneath
Baba Yaga hates a thief–
So why’d we steal her truth?
For Baba Yaga’s just a tale;
Reality, in in truth, prevails
Try to find her, you will fail
And be called
mad, forsooth.
Crueler than a Fairy’s deal:
Take something. Make it unreal
And then proclaim (like a great reveal)
“This thing was never so!”
Baba Yaga’s pantheon
Like all old Gods, is figured gone
Until one day will come a dawn
When iron teeth re-grow…
And on that day, the ones we’ve driven
Out of tales; whose world’s we’ve riven
Into chunks of childish fancy
Will return through some Necromancy
And bid sardonic hello.
(And thus, this lesson learn, if interested:
Show tales respect…or be digested.)
-Jeff Mach
(Baba Yaga image courtesy of Pixabay.)
