Nectar
The fairy tale is
over.
The evil queen is
dead.
Her skull now a
goblet.
We drink the nectar
from her head…
The village has been
ransacked.
A supporting
character, misled.
The sleeping damsel
pays the debt.
We drink the nectar
from her…head.
They said I would
kill you.
But I would drain the
insides and leave your body.
And leave that body…
Just a shell of what remains...of
anger, of vengeance, of childish things.
God, help you.
God? …Hell? …You!
Arthropoda spells. A
cocoon spun of lies.
My heart in a box.
The protagonist dies.
Better to lose a mind
like a lord of flies…
Or a lovesick prince
kissing corpses ‘neath the pine.
They said I would
kill you.
But I would drain the
insides and leave your body.
And leave that body…
Just a husk of what
remains. You are a warning of what the reaper brings…
A masque of red death
that plagues our king.
Hansel, you have been
eating my happy endings!
The fairy tale is
over.
The evil queen lies
dead.
Her skull now a
goblet.
We drink the nectar
from her head…
