Murder She Wrote

When exactly did he kill me
Wonders now that sleeping child
Maiden on an expedition
Through the ever changing wild

He held the dagger at her breast
And calmly lowered into flesh

She stared at him in fascination
Gave the blood up from her breast

She never gave up to an owner
That which never was to give
And so she let him spill the river
Of the chalice none could wed