As they laid down in the grass –
Digits locked, laced and tied;
The Wolf whispered, “My Dearest Queen, what happens if we don’t succeed?
What if, perchance tonight I shall die?”
The fairy pressed her heart to his chest and replied:
Darling, we have always lived our lives despite the cost
There wouldn’t be enough ink in the sea to write your psalms
And the Earth will tremble as I name my loss.
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