"Although my child has died " the mother said

"that doesn't make him permanently dead

I must petition Death for his return "

She made her way into the lands below

There was a rosebush there

Where things don't grow

It said "You want your child

Give me your blood "

And on a thorn her flesh was torn

That's how rosebu she's grow down there

So then she met this great big centipede

Who wanted something from her

It decreed: "You want to hold your child

Give me your arms "

In lands beneath they grow strange teeth

To tear your flesh more painfully

But on she staggered and stumbled

For her baby's sake

And found herself beside a talking lake:

"You want to see your child

Give me your eyes "

Which turned to pearls and sank

In swirls into liquid oblivion

In the form of a spider

Death hung there beside her and kissed her

And made her his wife