La Faye Rouge
Stolen away in your silver box
You’ve seared her wings
Broken her bones
Chained, never to see her ethereal plane
You saw to that
You’ve pulverized her ankles
You horish brute!
With your whip you cleave flesh from bone
You have branded your mark upon her face
You’ve engraved poems upon her flesh
Of love and lust
You let her loose
To drag her back inside
Back inside that poison box
The box that binds and burns her!
Fairy funerals are few indeed.
When you have crushed her elfish life
You junk it
And buy another shiny box
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