Imagine a place where there is no trouble,
Where worries melt, disputes dissolve, and relaxation comes easily in the warm sun.
Imagine a world where all is wonderful,
Where wizards reign, Animals speak, and the extraordinary can really happen.
Imagine a realm where miracles occur,
Where emeralds gleam, broomsticks soar, and magic truly exists.
The wonderful world of Oz.
Now, imagine a place where there is no escape,
Where truth fades, lies bolden, and the lines between 'good' and 'wicked' become hazy.
Imagine a world where all are struggling,
Where wizards torture, Animals disappear, and to take a stand means to die.
Imagine a realm where miracles kill,
Where emeralds gleam, broomsticks soar, and magic actually condemns.
The wonderful world of Oz.
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A/N: Ew, a short, bad drabble thing (with a bad title nonetheless). What a cheesy way to start writing Wicked -insert nervous laugh-.
Anyway, I've recently discovered the wonder that is Wicked and decided to try my hand at writing it as I've been out of commission with writing, so to speak, for a while. Please review; I'd love to know what you think of it, even if it's just to say 'you're horrible; stick to lurking on our stories' :).