This is the second and final part of "Ding Dong Dead." In this part, the story explores what happens to the Scarecrow and Tin Man after they kill Dorothy. I hope you enjoyed reading this two-part series as much as I enjoyed writing it. Happy Halloween!
The End?
Walking along the yellow brick road
the tin man and scarecrow hopped like two toads.
With a heart in his chest and a brain in his head,
and Dorothy behind on the side road now dead.
"I bid thee goodbye, my straw-stuffed friend.
We'll part ways now but we will meet again."
And as they parted, they skipped and they hummed
But little did they know what was yet to come.
Mad
Walking along the yellow brick road
the scarecrow skipped and hopped like a toad.
Until he stopped and went to the side
for Dorothy's voice was stirring inside.
"Hello, Scarecrow. Long time no see?
I know what you and Tin did to me.
You beat me, killed me, all for my brain
and now I'll slowly drive you insane.
It'll be fun with me by your side all the time!
Don't try to run, you know you can't hide.
Just you and me, till death, do us part.
You think this is bad? Just wait 'till I start.
I'll whisper your sin so you never forget.
You'll come to wish that we'd never met.
I'll take control of your actions and thoughts.
You'll no longer be you. I'm taking your spot!
So dance my straw puppet, as of now you're my slave.
It's no fun for me if so early you cave.
Fight me, delight me, the rest of your life—
forever a captive of this inner strife.
The scarecrow now had a mad look in his eyes.
Escape was futile, but he knew he must try.
He fell to the ground, his skull raging in pain
and he reached in his head and tore out his brain.
Heartbeat
Walking along the yellow brick road
the Tin Man skipped and hopped like a toad.
Until he stopped and went to the side
for the pain in his chest was raging inside
He clutched his hand right over his heart.
Long did he wait for the aching to part.
But Dorothy's heart once pure as gold,
revenge had turned so dark and stone-cold.
"Oh, what is this agony raging inside
that wears and tears my soul?" he cried.
He closed his eyes and channeled his strength,
but the torment he felt was still much at length.
The burning he felt grew hotter and then
he stumbled and fell right over his head.
Laying down helpless he tried giving a call
for anyone out there who might help him at all.
"I'm sorry!" we wailed as the tears now streamed.
"I can't take the pain, it's too much!" he screamed.
His newfound emotions were now running wild,
uncontrollably raging like that of a child.
He could not comprehend the guilt that he felt
for when he was tin, he knew nothing heartfelt.
It ate him away so slow and so patient,
his chest throbbed in sorrow and he could hardly take it.
His metal got hot as he started to sweat
for the torment he faced was not quite done yet.
The heart beat faster with more loudness until
his eyes glazed over, and his body grew still.
The Lion
Walking along the yellow brick road
the cowardly lion happily strode.
Until he shrieked and quickened his stride
for he saw the remains of his friends who had died.
