The old woman opened her eyes, blinked a few times, and sat up in bed. She turned this way and that, peering at the objects in the small room: a low, narrow bed with fairytale figures carved in the ... [+]
When a heart would speak its piece,
Yet that word would rend and leave broken
How do you do things that shouldn't be done?
When a hand would go to action rash,
And put all kind feelings on the run
How do you be something that shouldn't have been?
When a man would take the world's course,
To the shadows of the devil's glen
How do you choose a choice that shouldn't be chosen?
Only by mistake or folly, transgression or sin,
Only by choosing to let Lucifer win