Cottage

Constance

Would you like a cup of tea?

Merricat

Will you poison me?

I promise that I washed it well

Not the slightest hint remains

Death cap

Between five and ten days

Such a sweet face

Such ugly thoughts

I wish they were all dead

And I was walking on their bodies

I wish they were all dead

And I was walking on their bodies

Envy of gold

Greed for mine own

Jealous fit of rage

I pine for what is mine

We have always lived in the cottage