You want to taste my pain?

Will it make you a better person?

Will you score points with the Gods?

Here, taste, the spring runs free, sip as you wish

What? You need to devour me first? OK, here devour, take my heart first, you know it is the most tender

That is not enough? You need my soul as well? Then take it, you had it long ago, did you forget?

And that is still not enough, you desire more, here let me take care of your thirst, sample more of the fluid as it drips from me

My love, you wanted my love, you had it…..long before now. I thought you would know, if I had to tell you, say the words, then you really did not want it to begin with. You stood by and let me throw it away, my chance, our chance, discarded in the wind because in desperation I chose what took me first….and I was wrong.

You are still thirsty? I have more. The spring has filled again after all of this time. Here, take it.

Not this way? I am not worthy now for the Master to drink from the fountain? My flesh is not pure enough for you Master?

Here you go…..me in the purest form, exposed for you, let….into this golden chalice, fit for the King you are

Poison you? I would never. My love was not cast aside so easily, it was and shall remain eternal. I cry for you. I did…..all this time. Knowing what could have been if you had only said…..I need you. Poison never…..I will drink first, show you my purity…..prove that I could never hurt you

Funny

It tastes like blood