The Fairytale Wakes

42 - I Will Not Forgive

I leave you to the mercy

Of red hot shoes, of crows

That will peck out your eyes,

Of poverty

And gently starving to death

I leave you to the mercy

Of a barrel of nails, a millstone

A pyre fit for a sorcerer, your house

Burning down around your ears

Or if you have a preference

I can drown you alive instead.

I leave you to the mercy

Of a pitiful world, a world without

Forgiveness. No, I will not forgive

My blood, my sisters, my mother

I will not forgive you, no

I will never forgive.

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(A/N: The revenge on the evildoers in fairytales feels right. I think everyone gets a kick out of seeing people who have done terrible things get their comeuppance. And yet so many of them are so very... brutal. Which made me wonder what that looks like from the hero's/heroine's perspective...)