The Messenger

He kept his eye on her

Looked upon her beauty

King of Darkness

drawn to her light

Watched her rise

From miller to Queen

Knew the little man

Sought after his name

Found joy in his own micheif

Made her wait

Yet told her all the same

Little Rumpelstiltskin

Didn't even know

That the devil told her that

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