It wasn’t your fault; it was the juniper tree

Oh, my dear

Forgive yourself

Your trespasses

His poison is sweet

I once ate the fruit

Of a fire fairy’s tree

As burgundy dripped

Down my chin

Awoken 13 years later

To find all time

Had passed outside

Of my existence

No longer did I know myself

Lost in his world

His thoughts my own

Resembling nothing from before

Akin to any slumber

Abruptly interrupted

The fog did lift

And the dream did fade

A river of dawn

Flooded my senses

Golden hues long forgotten

And returned a hunger, forsaken