:: Queen of All Feasts :::

[gnutmeg]

tempramental, detrimental, queen of all feasts
you set me on your table of fear and loathing
because my love was not enough for your worship
I cut out my heart and set it on your plate

with gnashing teeth you devoured all I gave you
your greedy lips never rouged but with blood
but your harlott eyes were blacker than bruises
and that false laughter hid my suffering from me

you, once-darling queen, were a voluptuous tart
sickeningly sweet with such a delicious poison
even to breathe your dessert perfume was rash
for it tasted like siren song and made me dinner