He only wanted a bride
Is it that bad
He saw her picking flowers
That’s when her mother got sad
He brought her down below
To marry right away
To feast on endless steaks and wines
But she knew better
And she so starved
But she couldn’t resist much longer
She consumed the seeds of a fruit
That she must live with him
Half of the year
And the other half here
When she’s away the earth is so dead
Then alive with sun and flowers
When she raises her head
Above the soil
And upon the ground
Stealing away my joy
The snow my favorite toy
To fly into the air
But does she even care
She just wants to see her mother
Kan i blame her
She’s still just a kid
She will soon learn
That mothers can be bad
Can turn on you in an instant
And sever your head
What then will be of the seasons
Will they disappear into and endless summer
For joy of the kill
Or will she let them grow cold as winter
With no hope of ending an age of death

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