.the Grimm truth.

Years 1315 to 1317 saw almost nothing peak out of the earth

As the Baltic world bathed in a soaking wet dearth.

Soon youngsters rested on tongues as their bones rested in matryiums,

They had been haunted by hunger and devoured by familial delirium.

Sacrilegious acts or purely primal,

Parents took their offspring into woodlands for survival.

Ever-ailing gardens led to a second attempt,

The siblings took each other's hands feeling their maker's contempt.

Gaunt birds probably ate those crumbs as they went on ahead,

Thinking a rickety wooden house was made of gingerbread.

Trust me when I say,

Hansel and Gretal did make it back home that day,

But blame the famine for the illusion

For even mothers can seem like witches when they attempt to feed on their only children.