A Giant's Beanstalk

[caeso]

"First and last of the fashion;
the dying gasp of a myth.
the memory of something that goes bump in the night.
the taste of flesh and copper is thick on my tongue;

tonight, they have been taught that the woods are not their friend."

"I crave their lips to whisper my deeds.
For word to spread of the wildman, with his broken body.
His broken fingers, his whispered words;
his stooped back and ugly eyes and dumb face
pupils bulging like a bugs, ribs like a skeleton;

not by my name; because to them, I am not Hrimnir, son of Glipnir, son of Heimnir, 

But as bogeyman. As the writer of fables. As Grimm.
As something that restores the fear to the wild, and makes Mothers tell their babes not to open the door when they hear a voice from the woods;
that a father threatens to feed their child to when he misbehaves, and once upon a time, the one who is blamed when a man simply vanishes from the world.

Of how I bid demands thrice, as is the old way;

how they squirmed and fought and kicked and screamed.

How full I felt when they collapse under me, throat hoarse from howling.

When I sate myself no more with beasts, but the blood of man."

"Even in this, I am not alone.
Little Briar Rose, and your sleeping beauty.
Your eyes bulge like mine.
Your flesh crawls with ugly things.
Your skin writhes when you move.
How you waxed about how you would have killed me.
You are a monster, like me, and you are my friend."