But don't you see, mother?
It was he who walked in on me.
Juice-stained fingertips and seeds a so-called black curse upon my lips.
It was I who chained myself to the darkness,
Not Hades' curse, but my sweet surrender to the night.
His was the aghast yet proud twist of the lips,
Mine was the pomegranate-stained skin that bloodstained his teeth as we kissed.
- Oh, how we rejoiced that you could not touch our deathly vows.