It's never winter in Hell.
Her throne is always warm,
a regal Lazyboy for two.
Ceres would smother any girl,
I know she heard those hooves.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip
to keep from smiling. Her mother saw
a scream but I can hear her laugh still.
Six sweet seeds to crown herself queen;
he loved to watch her eat.
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