The Nameless QueenMy girl, youll be the fairest of the dead!The Nameless Queen5 years ago in Villainous Villanelles More Like This
Remember well the fate that Ive predicted.
Goddamn that vile mirror. Ill have your head.
My huntsmans heart was weak, and so you fled,
But when these laces bind, your breast constricted,
I swear youll be the fairest of the dead!
Ill try a poison comb of jade instead.
Your friends will find you writhing, plague afflicted.
Forget the mirror; Ill have your pretty head.
Enough! A poison apple, ruby red.
Now reach for it and crave, as if addicted.
And then youll be the fairest of the dead.
I shook with rage at what the mirror had said.