once upon a highland slaughter
slew a mother with her daughter
not so many moons ago
all adored her, magic sawed her
love restored her, whored her, clawed her
as above and so below
chaster nymph until we caught her
never learned until we taught her
always seek but never sought her
walking backwards, to and fro
never bring but always brought her
fighter, fought her, might her, Morte de
Arthur and the druid's rune?
laugh and laughter, fast and faster
tight and tauter, fright and fraught her
mind one sunny summer afternoon
first we sold and then we bought her
slight and slighter, shite and shorter
wight and water, quite and quarter
with a golden fork and spoon.
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