Did you
never wonder, my love,
why your briars parted for me,
why I came to you
unscratched by thorns?
Did you
never glimpse, my love,
the bones of princes,
caught against
your castle walls?
I am
half ogre, my love.
My mother consumes
the flesh of children.
I steal kisses
from sleeping maidens,
and lick blood from
their tender lips.
Seven
fairies
watch us
as we dance.
Come,
raise your fingers
to my lips.
Your roses cry out
for water and blood.