The Tale of the Wolf in Fire Monkey's Clothes,
the Rotten Core of the Princess' Heart
and How the Story Ends
Mirror mirror, apple's heart,
Wolf in monkey's clothing.
Fear ignites her troubled soul
And singes hooded loathing.
Poison bleeds from rotten core,
Monkey's taste enflames.
All the better to eat her up
And spit out charred remains.
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