by Dr. Agonson
Sweet love of tender vine
growing your tart grapes
it brings a tear to eat your fruit
I do not forget the flavor
But still I hunger and wonder now
are there other vines than thou
and would I find the grapes so sour?
Or is all fruit to be sought so dreadful?
I think I will seek meat for now
and drink from streams of blood
there is nothing to kindness I find
but your pain and fears and tears
Tale Told 