Rumplestiltskin

What's my name?

What's my name?

 

The little mans's chant

Pounding and Pounding and Pounding through my head

That blasted question that took my everything.

 

One word

If only I had known

One word 

That's all it would have taken

 

What's my name?

What's my name?

 

One night

Two nights

Three nights

I was still without an answer

 

With a cackle he took her

The radiating face of my sweet babe

Ripped from my arms

My world.

My everything.

Gone.

 

That Golden Thread signed my deal with the devil.

I should have expected.

I should have known.

 

What's my name?

What's my name?

 

Next time I'll know.

 

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