I’m vicious when I’m dead

May you have a long, happy marriage.

I've given you my blessings, and I braided

Your hair in your sleep. He was vicious in bed,

And you got to know I'm vicious when I'm dead.

I've watched you as a bride, white from toes to head,

With him, you did fantasies I never had.

I threw blessings over you, remember that.

May you have a long, happy marriage.

I've named your children after my wounds.

Hounds tore them apart, remember?

Do you remember their cries for help?

Those were mine as well.

Can you see the fire destroying your

Lungs? The epidemy mortals call 'cancer'?

Didn't I set that fire? How would you know,

I'm everything but a sin-bred prancer.

Was it an accident? The fiery horse,

Kicking the spirit and organs out of him?

No, that was me. Will you divorce,

Or feed him? Feed him like a baby?

He'll be your only son, not a miscarriage!

This is your future: I've given you my blessings,

I delivered them:

May you have a long, happy marriage.