They say that behind every successful man is a woman

And that behind every **** is a *******

A huntsman

Who lured the poor princess into worlds unknown with false promises

Promises of being crowned queen of his heart

Promises of being able to live in the kingdom in the castle in the air

Conjoured up by his seductive tongue

Dripping with manipulation

Laced with lies

The million-dollar tongue that once gave her so much pleasure

And later so much pain

The tongue that made her own so cheap

Sticking it down some random guy's at 2 am in a bar

And later on around said guy's manhood

In mechanical passion

The same routine every night

Different people, different places

Like a puppet on strings

A puppet on heartstrings

Whose puppetmaster is grief