The Sanguine Queen

Cold pane of glass separating us,

Though you would never know unless

You called my name three times,

Then summoned my maid right after.

How I'd smile as I leap out,

Dragging black nails against your neck

As I pluck your eyes out and drink

Deep, rich Protestant blood

While you cry to the wrong God.

God can't save you now, darling,

Since we made that pact that I can

Devour every elementary school kid

That dares utter the name, Bloody Mary.