Drink Me

how dark it was inside the wolf
how singular inside the tower
in one version i was a christian
maidens hand me cups
a teenage girl can be called many things
enough to trade for a golden egg
or a mouse who speaks poetry
how dark it was inside the cow
were i hide from giants
how sharp the needles beside the hay
just guess my name
how childless inside the cottage
do not go straight for that is a pond
where children are lured with riddles