A family tale

You must listen very carefully now my dear,

As I weave a tale of love, fear, and trust

It's quite a bit long so please lend your ear,

It starts with a king who was driven by lust,

For a maiden pure as the first down of snow,

Or so he thought, and in ignorance missed,

That she was more cunning than he would ever know,

When they sealed their union and kissed,

She slit his fine throat with a sharp silver knife,

Blood dripped down his shirt where it would stain,

You'd think that his people would be full of strife,

But she had freed them from his tyrannical reign,

Wow grandpa, but you never said her name?

I would but if your mom killed me it'd be a

shame