There once was a boy, his cheeks still rosy;
he walked through the forest and whistled a song called Zoe,
he pursed his pink lips, still ****** and warm,
in his bag a small shirt, ***** and worn.
He'd eaten the girl, devoured her whole,
only kept her gown, so he could trap her soul.



There once was a boy, barely growing a beard,
he had not yet seen a thing he feared.
And so he walked and walked, he knew no end,
he was alone, with nothing but his thoughts as a friend.
He walked through a village, hat pulled deep into his face,
he saw a girl and stabbed her to heaven, say Grace!



There once was a man, so lean and strong,
he had no place where he belonged.
He wandered the earth with nothing but the clothes on his body,
for he was feared by so many, feared for his insanity.
He did not know that they were so close to his spot,
but in the end he was smirking when he was caught.



There once was a man, his hair turning grey already,
but when he was working, his hands were steady.
He looks up from his work now, his clothes stained red,
see the way he severed the guard's body from her head.
He's waited, has planned for so long, but now he's free.
Fear not, dear friend, but he is here, for he … is me.