I asked them all to keep him safe
I asked them all to miss
and every being, stone and tree
made promises of this.
But I forgot the mistletoe
it was the only one
with jealousy and evil trick
he murdered my son.
Now I shall never laugh again
and never shall I rest
until I have my sweet revenge
with arrows in his chest.
[At Mastodon I asked people to give me a word and I would try to write a poem containing that word. Mistletoe was one of them.]