Slip Through The Sieve Poem by The Queen's Dagger

Do not tell me what I need,
for it is not I who has done the deed.
Do not tell me what I want,
for it is not I who has joined the haunt.

I heard that you were in trouble,
so I let the cauldron bubble.
I heard that you were dying,
so I let you stop trying.

You stole my soul,
and now I have to get it back.
You got me off track,
and now I have lost control.

I am not quick to forgive,
you will not slip through the sieve.