My days were hyacinth and emerald and inoffensive grace You were an honourable man with a warlock’s wicked face They taught me pirouettes and courtesies and Latin for the trees I never had to know how to take to my knees But you made me a pilgrim in the heather I make oaths now, I don’t make sense Will you hold me close, for worse or for better Not fit for the king, I’m no princess I’m for you, you, you They’ve painted portraits, forged their swords, written books about my strength Your very gaze sharp as a blade put to my pulse, I laugh to think What the historians would say about the way you change my tune All words before just calls to war, now they’re letters to the moon, asking on you You made me a pilgrim in the crosshairs All I stood for, I rise against Will you still be strong when I am fallen I’m no king, and I’m no prince But I’m for you, you, you You call for crusades You are poetry and rhyme I think when I see you If I’m lost to time Just a martyr on the bedpost A deserter burned in fire That’s alright That’d be fine Cos I’m For you For you You You You.

Honestly I was surprised that you’re still living No blade in your back and Honestly It seems the world outside’s still spinning Where’s the justice in that Just like Richard, you said God gave your throne But I’m more than happy to be an army of my own yes Holy water let me down when I was drowning in it Serpent smiles called me heathen just for falling in your step If I am Joan and all alone to hear the calls our for your head I’ll plant my courage in the soil where my sister witches bled For you Honestly When I look back I don’t feel anger Just a sort of steady shame Honestly It’s every morning that I tell myself I don’t have to name it And honestly I’d walk right past you just to tell the next She’s not the first Honestly I’d rather she the opportunity To burn you into dirt Like Alexander, you were God’s gift to the world Guess that leaves me the due to go tell all your girls Holy water let me down when I was drowning in it Serpent smiles called me heathen just for falling in his step If you, like Joan, feel all alone in saying he’s not what he seems Settle down here in the soil where our sisters laid their screams So yeah I’m Satan walking, loyalty means nothing, get my drift, The excommunicated don’t scare well at pitchforks, a little spit And you can shout that the blood coating your palms is righteous, But anyone can see that my small hands are clean When the parlour show’s over won’t be the one down on her knees You know, the thing that scared me most, that kept me quiet, was feeling seen Like Juliet, they called our love a guileless sin But we’ve got the dagger and we’re gonna do you in Holy water let us down when we were drowning in it Serpent smiles called us heathens just for falling in your step There’s crowds, like Joan, left all alone to realise they were burning But soil grows and sister souls have eyes with power to raise the dead If I was you I’d say your prayers ‘cos It’s very rare that A witch comes unprepared

What’s worth life must by law be worth laying it down What’s unkind must be wrong What is weak is not by fault is not by blame What is strong without a heart to make it tame? She smelled like sweat and blood and bone It was obvious that she was far from home I thought it’d be easy, thought it’d be quick, a candlestick kind of kill I thought I was mine, I thought I had will The forest floor betrayed me to my prey, she started shaking As I lunged, this whisper filled my head, and it said “What’s worth life must by law be worth laying it down What’s unkind must be wrong What is weak is not by fault is not by blame What is strong without a heart to make it tame?” Suddenly shame, shock, surprise Here is frailty made omen-wise Felt my paw fall to the ground, nose to the Earth, humble as a hound Felt like ages ‘til I felt her hand Nuzzle my hair, curious eyes, find I’ve forgotten quite how to lie Hear me asking the only thing on my mind, “Do you bite?” She laughed and said, “What’s worth life must by law be worth laying it down What’s unkind must be wrong What is weak is not by fault is not by blame What is strong without a heart to make it tame?” Threw my crown… to the ground… for a girl. She’s worth everything….. in the world. What’s worth life must by law be worth laying it down What’s unkind must be wrong What is weak is not by fault is not by blame What is strong without a heart to make it tame?

I can’t tell you anything that wasn’t evident he was destined for starlight Yeah, flash your sword It’s not a fright You know before, this was my war You’ve heard that I’m the queen of hell But you spill god’s blood, you damn yourself Best do it now, I’ve got a date to keep with destiny He never liked to be alone, I guess that’s part of it, the price of genius Is’t any comfort, insignificance? Insolence? Dependence on the soul you slayed I wasn’t home walking this plane anyway shouldn’t overstay my welcome Do you think I dreamed his royal seams into elegance? Into heavenly composure? Did you not see his very feet walk the streets you do find some good in you? Say I tell legends, guess it’s true He owned the sun, the sea, the moon Best do it now, I’ve got a date to keep with his majesty I’m not good alone, he always knew, every leaving was a “see you soon” Is’t any comfort, if I tell you it’s the happiest I’ve ever been Honey, I’m home, no more to roam, it is finished Immortal longings fill my soul Immortal longings fill my soul Immortal longings fill my soul Immortal longings fill my s

If they ask I’ll say I’m proud to have been so intimate with hell When I was blinded in the light, dark served me well There in the ground I was so grounded I could breathe again And it was all him If you ask I’ll stay I’m not strong enough yet to say no There’s some growing I’ve to do, my mother tells me so The soil’s wet now, I’m potential unrefined Tell me, “Go shine” I will better for having been yours I will better for having been yours I can’t speak of you without dying So don’t hold it against me if it’s silent I swim Through the trees Every willow needs a quiet little breeze I will climb fences, go defenseless And when the whispers reach you I hope you’ll be proud Your little ivy in the clouds I won’t fail them, the ones who seek warm skies April showers and May-blue butterflies I’ve at least gotta try? Haven’t I? I will better for having been yours I will better for having been yours If they ask, I’ll say I’m proud to have been so intimate with hell I know the devil well

There was a whole summer I couldn't even cry and being angry was the only thing kept me alive and I watched Broadchurch every single night and Ellie Miller was angry, too; I thought, 'Alright, then.' I watched interviews, acceptance speeches, got advice from this queen who totally seemed to know my mind and named a vibrator after her hoping I'd catch her vibes (That's a joke, but not a lie.) There's no way to thank a stranger who doesn't even know your name for making life seem okay, but for the record, I'll say: I would lay down in the road and die for Olivia Colman, yes I would; I would lay down in the road and die for Olivia Colman—she's that good Well, there's a lot of hate, lot of pain in this world, but there are heroes all the way; I would lay down in the road and die so Olivia Colman could live another day. I feel small quite often in my life and it’s not only cos I’m less than five-foot-five and in the moments I feel maybe it’s my fault I sing a song by a real-life Jesus Christ Through the years his words roll like thunder 'til a song reminds me of a lover and he sends heart-eye emojis to my cover and then leaves my five-paragraph essay on why I love him and am gonna shit a brick on read... But there’s no chill, no cool, just love for making life a bit less tough in the times I don’t feel enough, so suffice it to say: I would step on a grenade and die for Tim Minchin, that's a fact I would step on a grenade and die for Tim Minchin, and that's just that See, there's a lot of hate, lot of pain in this world but there are heroes all the same; I would step on a grenade and die for Tim Minchin any old day. And if you know if you know me, you know there's one man changed my life— the Harold Pinter Theatre, a July night: The scene is Hamlet it is four hours long and this guy sees life like a song like I do, in beats and space and pauses, and he takes time to get it perfect. Grad school recalls, cry about his Hamlet—I get in! I find my voice is something special, needed, it’s the win I’ve waited for my entire fucking life and I wish I could tell him. Well, I find I’m not poetic when it’s this big of a “thanks," I just get anxious and weird but I mean it when I say: I would throw myself on a sword dipped in arsenic if Andrew Scott asked me to; I mean, on second thought, if it was really Andrew Scott, there's truly nothing I wouldn't do— See, there's a lot of hate, lot of pain in this world, and even heroes need some grace, so while I would die to give my life for Andrew Scott, I think I'll just give him some space.