The Toad Curse And How It Perished In Flames Testo

I can make fire breath. I learned it as a lad. My master told me I had prowess no one ever had!
I could conduct the light❦ I❝d look away to her❦ She❝d match my spit with spite; I don❝t know what her reasons were.
I fell in love with her. My tongue is purple-black. I lit a bluish rose❦ She carved a curse into my back!
I dance when beauty❝s near. I hop to taunts and jeers. I sought out stony glens❦ Lovely ladies don❝t come here.
I paint the rock with flame. I burn and bruise my feet. I spit, I❝m naked, ever-hungry, I forget to eat.
I stamp out flowers and I fill my ears with mud. (That way the birdsong will not stir and agitate my blood.)
I stare at ugly things. I suffer cuts and stings. It❝s been a happy, hopless, curseless ten-years hermitting!
But then I smell the air and see her shrivelled there❦ And though my blood begins to jump and boil, I don❝t despair.
The curse is breathing flames that I could never name. I ask her, shaking, quaking, why the bloody hell she came!
She does not answer me. Her eyes are withering! The wind begins to bend her❦ Now my muscles start to sing!
I clasp her desperately, and we jump fifty feet! Am I the very toad that used to hop along her street?
I fell in love with her. My tongue is purple-black. I light a bluish rose and heap the flames upon our backs❦