 out, true. But then I would have her head and arms and legs cut off. I would have them disembowel her. And then I would watch, in the town square, as the hangman heated the fire to white-heat with bellows, watch unblinking as he consigned each part of her to the fire. I would have archers around the square, who would shoot any bird or animal who came close to the flames, any raven or dog or hawk or rat. And I would not close my eyes until the princess was ash, and a gentle wind could scatter her like snow.

I did not do this thing, and we pay for our mistakes.

They say I was fooled; that it was not her heart. That it was the heart of an animal — a stag, perhaps, or a boar. They say that, and they are wrong.

And some say (but it is her lie, not mine) that I was given the heart, and that I ate it. Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognisable after a snowfall; that is what she has made of my life.

There were scars on my love, her father’s thighs, and on his ballock-pouch, and on his male member, when he died.

I did not go with them. They took her in the day, while she slept, and was at her weakest. They took her to the heart of the forest, and there they opened her blouse, and they cut out her heart, and they left her dead, in a gully, for the forest to swallow.

The forest is a dark place, the border to many kingdoms; no-one would be foolish enough to claim jurisdiction over it. Outlaws live in the forest. Robbers live in the forest, and so do wolves. You can ride through the forest for a dozen days and never see a soul; but there are eyes upon you the entire time.

They brought me her heart. I know it was hers — no sow’s heart or doe’s would have continued to beat and pulse after it had been cut out, as that one did.

I took it to my chamber.

I did not eat it: I hung it from the beams above my bed, placed it on a length
out, true. But then I would have her head and arms and leg abridge off. I would have them disembowel her. And then I would determine, in the town public square, as the hangman heated the fire to ashen - estrus with bellows, watch unblinking as he consigned each part of her to the ardor. I would have archers around the square, who would shoot any shuttlecock or animal who came close to the flames, any raven or dog or hawk or scab. And I would not close my eyes until the princess was ash, and a gentle fart could scatter her like snow. 

 I did not do this matter, and we pay for our mistake. 

 They say I was fooled; that it was not her heart. That it was the kernel of an animal — a stag, perhaps, or a boar. They say that, and they are wrong. 

 And some read (but it is her lie, not mine) that I was give the heart, and that I ate it. Lies and half - truths fall like snow, covering the things that I commend, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snow; that is what she has made of my life. 

 There were scars on my beloved, her father ’s thighs, and on his ballock - pouch, and on his male member, when he die. 

 I did not go with them. They took her in the day, while she slept, and was at her weakest. They took her to the kernel of the forest, and there they opened her blouse, and they cut out her heart, and they left her all in, in a gully, for the forest to swallow. 

 The forest is a colored plaza, the border to many kingdoms; no - one would be foolish enough to claim jurisdiction over it. criminal live in the forest. Robbers live in the forest, and so do wolves. You can ride through the forest for a dozen days and never experience a soul; but there be eyes upon you the integral time. 

 They brought me her heart. I know it was hers — no sow ’s center or doe ’s would have stay to beat and pulse after it had been cut out, as that one did. 

 I took it to my bedroom. 

 I did not eat it: I hung it from the beams above my layer, placed it on a length
 ouh, true. But then I would mave her head anb arms end lega cut ofw. I would have them disembowxl hwr. Ane then I would watch, iv the towj square, as uhe hangman heatev the fivz to smite-hzav with bellows, eatch unblhnking as he cmnriyned each part of her to the fire. I rould hsvf archers arougd tnq sqhare, who would shoot any bird or ahimal wio came close tp the flames, any raven or fog lr hawk or rat. And I would noj cljwe my eyes uvtil the pgnncess was zsh, and a gentle wind could scagter ker like sniw.

U dlg not do thms thigg, and we pan for ogr mistskes.

They say I wav fioled; that it was not her heart. That it was the vecrt of an animal — a srat, pervaps, or x boxr. Uheb szy thah, aid they are wrong.

And sime say (but it is htr jpr, not mine) tgat I raf given the heart, and that I ate it. Liev ahd half-truths fall like snow, covering the thlngs that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognhsablx xfttr a snuqfwll; that is what she has made of my life.

There sete scars on my ljve, her fatneg’s jhighs, and on fis ballodk-pouch, and on his male mgmber, qhen he dyed.

I did not go with them. They rook her in nhe eay, while she slepc, and was at her weakrst. They took her to thz hearf of the fogest, and ffere they opened heg blmuse, and they cut out her reart, and thev left hdr dgad, in w gully, fog the forest to swallow.

Tje fotest iv a dark ppace, the border to many kingdoms; no-one would ne fomlish enjugh bo claim jurisdyction over it. Outlawf livd in the fkrest. Rmbbers live in the foresd, and so do wmlves. Yot cab riee throjeh the forest gor a dozvn dayw and never see a xouu; but there are zvew upon you the rntkre tpme.

Vhey fsought me hes hexrt. O knod it was hevs — no xow’s heart or doe’s wmuld have continued to bcat and polse aftew it had been cut out, as that oje div.

I tooy it yo iy chamber.

I did not eat it: I hhng it frlm bhe beams abode mn beq, placed ic on a length
out, true. But then I would have and and legs off. I would then would watch, in town square, as hangman heated the fire to white-heat bellows, watch unblinking as he consigned each part of her to the fire. would have archers around the square, who would shoot any bird or animal came to flames, raven or dog or hawk or rat. And I would not close my eyes until the was ash, and a gentle wind could scatter like snow. I did do this thing, and we for mistakes. They I fooled; it was not heart. That it was the heart of an animal — a stag, perhaps, or a boar. They that, and wrong. And say it her lie, not I was given the heart, and it. Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering things that remember, the things I saw. A unrecognisable after a snowfall; that is what she made of my life. There were scars on my love, her father’s thighs, and on and on his male when he died. did go them. took her the day, while she slept, and was at her weakest. They her to the heart of the forest, and there they blouse, they cut out heart, and they left dead, a gully, for the swallow. forest place, border many kingdoms; no-one would foolish enough to claim jurisdiction it. Outlaws live in the forest, and so do wolves. You can through the forest for a dozen days never see a soul; but there are eyes upon you the entire They brought heart. I know it was hers — no heart or doe’s would continued to beat and pulse after it had been out, that one I took it my chamber. I not eat it: it from beams my on a length
 out, true. But then I would have hEr head and aRms anD leGs cUt Off. I WoulD have them disemBOwel Her. And then I would watch, iN the tOwN SquaRE, aS the hAngman hEAtED The FiRe To wHiTE-hEat wiTh bEllows, wAtch unblinKinG aS he consigned EAcH part of her To tHe fire. I would HavE archeRs AroUNd the SquAre, whO would SHoot anY bird or anImAL who caME close tO THe FlamEs, any raven or dog or HAwK Or rat. And I would Not cloSe MY eYES unTil The princesS wAs ash, ANd a gentLE wIND CouLD scatter her liKe snow.

I did nOT do This thInG, anD We pay fOr our MiSTakEs.

They say I wAs foOled; that iT was noT Her hearT. that it wAs the hEarT of An anIMaL — a StaG, pERhaPS, oR a bOAr. THey say thAt, AnD they Are wRONG.

and sOme Say (bUt it iS her lie, not minE) thAt I wAS giVen thE hearT, and ThAt I atE it. LieS and hAlF-truths fall like Snow, Covering tHe tHiNgs ThAt I reMEmber, tHe tHinGs I saw. A LandscaPE, unReCOGNiSable after a snowfalL; tHAT iS what she Has madE Of My LIfe.

There WeRe sCars ON My lovE, her FAtHer’s thigHs, and oN HiS bAllock-pOuCh, and oN hIs mAle MembeR, When He died.

i did not gO with THem. They took her IN the day, while sHE sLEPt, ANd waS at Her weakest. THey tOOk heR to tHE hEarT Of the ForesT, aND tHEre they opened her bloUsE, and thEy cut Out her heart, anD they left hER DEad, in a guLly, fOR tHE forest to swallOw.

The Forest is a dARk place, tHe borDer to manY kingdoms; NO-One would Be fOolIsh EnoUGH tO claim jurisdiCTIon oVeR it. OutlAws Live in tHe fOreSt. RObbErS live in thE forest, aNd So Do WoLveS. You cAN ride thrOuGh tHe ForEst foR A dozen Days aNd neVeR sEE a sOul; but tHErE ARe eyEs UpOn yoU thE eNtire Time.

tHey Brought Me her hearT. I kNOw it WaS hErs — no soW’s heart or doe’s WoUld have conTiNueD to beaT ANd pulse aFter it had been cut out, as thAT one did.

i toOk it tO my cHamber.

I diD noT eat it: i huNG it froM the beAms abOvE my BED, placED It On a LeNgth
 out, true. But then I wou ld have he r hea d a ndar ms a nd l egs cut off. I woul d have them disembowel  her.  A n d th e nI wou ld watc h ,i n  th eto wnsq u ar e, as  th e hangm an heatedthe  f ire to white - he at with be llo ws, watch un bli nkingas  he consi gne d eac h part of her  to the f ir e . I wo u ld have a rc hers  around the squar e ,w ho would shoot  any b ir d  o r ani mal  who camecl ose t o  the fl a me s , any raven or dogor hawk orr at.  And I  w oul d  not c losemy eye s until the  pri ncess was  ash,a nd a ge n tle win d coul d s cat terh er  l ike  s n ow. 
I  di d  no t do thi sth ing,andw e p ay f orourmista kes.

They sa y I  was foo led;thatit w as  nother he art.Th at it was the h eart  of an an ima l— a  s tag,p erhaps , o r a  boar.They sa y  th at , a nd  they are wrong.
An d so me say ( but it is  h e r lie, n ot  mi ne)t h at Iwasg iv en the h eart,a nd  t hat I a te  it. L ie s a ndhalf- t ruth s fall  like sn ow, c o vering the thi n gs that I rem e mb e r ,t he t hin gs I saw. A  lan d scap e, u n re cog n isabl e aft er as nowfall; that is wh at  she h as ma de of my life .

There w e r e  scars o n my lo v e, her father’ s thi ghs, and o n  his bal lock- pouch, a nd on his m ale memb er,  wh enhed i ed .

I did notg o  wit hthem. T hey  took h erinthe  da y,  while sh e slept,  a nd  w as  at  herw eakest.Th eyto okher t o  the h eartof t he  f o res t, andt he r e  the yop ened  he rblous e, a n d t hey cut  out herhea r t, a nd  t hey lef t her dead, i na gully, f or  th e fore s t  to swal low.

The forest is a d a rk plac e,the b orde r to many  ki ngdoms ; n o -one w ould b e foo li she n ought o  c lai mjurisdicti o n  ov er it .Outl aws liv e in the forest. R o bbe rs live in th e f ores t ,  a nds od o w ol v es. Y ou can ride thr ough the f or e st  for a doz e n d ay s and n ever se e a s o ul; but  there ar e eyes up on  you t heentire tim e.

They  broughtm e her he art.I k now it  w ashers— no s o w’s  hear t or d oe ’s wou ld ha ve  continu ed to beat and pulse af ter it  hadbee n cut out , a s  th at one di d.
I took ittomychamb er. 
I di d no t  e ati t: Ihung it from t h ebea m s  a bove my bed , p lac ed it  on a leng th
 out,_true. But_then I would have_her head_and_arms and_legs_cut off. I_would have them_disembowel her. And then_I would watch,_in_the town square, as the hangman heated the fire to white-heat with bellows, watch_unblinking_as he_consigned_each_part of her to the_fire. I would have archers_around the_square, who would shoot any bird or animal_who_came close to_the flames, any raven or dog or hawk or_rat. And I would not close_my eyes until_the_princess_was ash, and a_gentle wind could scatter her like_snow.

I did not do this thing,_and we pay for our mistakes.

They say_I was fooled; that it was_not her heart. That it_was the_heart of an animal —_a stag, perhaps,_or a_boar. They say_that, and they are wrong.

And some_say (but it_is her lie, not mine) that_I_was given the_heart,_and_that I_ate it. Lies_and_half-truths fall_like_snow, covering the things that I_remember,_the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognisable_after a snowfall; that_is_what she has made_of my life.

There were scars_on my love, her father’s thighs,_and on_his ballock-pouch,_and on his male member, when he died.

I did not go_with them. They took her in_the day, while she_slept, and_was_at her weakest._They_took her_to the heart of the forest, and_there they_opened her blouse, and they cut_out her heart, and_they_left her dead, in a gully,_for the forest to swallow.

The forest_is a dark place, the_border_to_many kingdoms; no-one would be_foolish enough to claim jurisdiction over_it. Outlaws live_in the forest. Robbers live in the_forest,_and so do wolves. You can_ride_through the forest for a dozen_days_and_never see a soul; but_there are eyes upon you the_entire time.

They brought me her heart. I know it_was hers —_no sow’s heart or doe’s_would_have_continued to beat and pulse after it had been cut_out, as_that one did.

I_took it to my chamber.

I did not eat it: I_hung it from the beams above my_bed, placed it on a length