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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