Not by taste where they delivered.
The acrid fear that rose in thy gullet,
Didst lack,
just enough,
to dismiss—
and enter the forest depths,
Where I lied in wait,
To make the first cut.
Not by sight where thou delivered.
The path you nearly gained to hail the passing merchant,
when gave I chase to,
Drag you writhing back,
into the forest.
Not by touch will thou be delivered.
Thy feeble grappling, spirited though it was,
could not break my hold,
nor vouchsafe thee a coveted moments more.
Not by hearing will thou be delivered.
Pleas bore on thy final breath,
will carry just short of the lit dwellings beyond.
What remains of you the forest shall take,
savaged body,
rent garment,
hank of hair,
Any of which wouldst suffice,
for mob or constable to assemble,
were they not claimed by the winter frost.
The acrid fear that rose in thy gullet,
Didst lack,
just enough,
to dismiss—
and enter the forest depths,
Where I lied in wait,
To make the first cut.
Not by sight where thou delivered.
The path you nearly gained to hail the passing merchant,
when gave I chase to,
Drag you writhing back,
into the forest.
Not by touch will thou be delivered.
Thy feeble grappling, spirited though it was,
could not break my hold,
nor vouchsafe thee a coveted moments more.
Not by hearing will thou be delivered.
Pleas bore on thy final breath,
will carry just short of the lit dwellings beyond.
What remains of you the forest shall take,
savaged body,
rent garment,
hank of hair,
Any of which wouldst suffice,
for mob or constable to assemble,
were they not claimed by the winter frost.
Thaw it will in due course,
Laying open so ghastly a scene,
That all will pray, weep, and march forth
Thought not afore mine next victim happen by,
delivered.