At last, here’s "Daughter," an original song for Abigail Hobbs: everyone’s favorite doomed young lure from NBC’s Hannibal. The woodsy and tragic nature of Abigail’s life inspired this to flow in the vein of a 19th century folk song, as they tend to tell cautionary tales with a repetitive melody. I don’t think I’m done with this song; I will probably revisit it at some point in the future, but for now I hope you enjoy! x
DAUGHTER (Inspired by NBC’s “Hannibal”)
once a daughter came to harm in tender woodland night pin-boned by two velvet arms and turned a bloodless white when cried out the mothers, “oh, who done this deed tonight?” i tied a ribbon round my throat to hide the silver’s bite and i hear the echoes of my mother, as the smile carved her neck, gentle and red-filled as a lover: "beware them who call you daughter" what my gentle father teaches is to honor what we slay but i split a devil into pieces, and i threw the bones away one man, he would’ve called that wasteful another would call it a crime but the third, he proudly found it tasteful and put his hand in mine and i hear the echoes of my mother, as the smile carved her neck, gentle and red-filled as a lover: "beware them who call you daughter" if my tale becomes a whisper out of their maneating mouths know that those same lips once kissed her: their daughter, so devout and i hear the echoes of my mother, as the smile carved her neck, gentle and red-filled as a lover: "beware them who call you daughter" my tears are wiped by steady fingers as the smile carves my neck and he whispers, gentle as a lover, his belly fed, as i am bled: he calls me “daughter”
