there are hungry vines reaching your throat
tendrils of death, growing through your veins
drinking fear and liquid bones

there are apples dripping off blood
intoxicating you with forbidden pleasures
taking life from you; replacing it with boiling darkness

[ winter king
and the raven lady ]

enjoy more, my beautiful mortal
taking in so much moss, allowing so many roots

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