"I know not much: no more than you-
But I know enough to dig
through the memories made in haste;
Small mistakes, they grow big.
What is it you thought you knew,
the night of wedding bliss?
How could such detail,
in your haste, let be missed?"

Standing only feet
from where the memory was made,
I was filled with frigid blood
at the way I had been played.
My face was such a tell!
Such misery displayed,
that the beast knew my thoughts
in such an intimate way.
Surely he knows them now?
Realization lit my face.
The demon's smile grew,
and darkened up the place.

"I see you know, Mr. Prince,
of the moment that I speak.
It seems your face has flushed,
and your knees have grown weak."

Is The Queen so vindictive
as to mark my girl's cheek?
Matriarch of many
Moved to ****** at her peak?
And why just now,
and not any other week?
It seems my lover's mother
suppresses others'
Happiness they seek.

I had no choice but bluff:
"What are these lies you're telling me?
My face flushes at your sight!
My feet quake to strike at thee!
Your image inspires hate,
and requires sympathy.
Look what you gain for your power!
Dead flesh, and mal disease?
What kind of life is that to live?
You're rejected by the fleas!
Yet you pretend that you know-"

"Mr. Prince, please!"
The fiend appeared hurt?
Confusing, to say the least...
The look was gone then,
and I listened to the beast.
"I'm sorry I interrupted,
but for insult, I have no need.
There is more I have to tell you:
I have to show you what I see.
We have a deal made,
and payment to be decreed,
for everything has a price,
and every soul has a deed."

When he spoke, I heard the truth,
and my heart adjusted speed.