I would bet a million dollars
On a fair haired betrayal
If I had it.
A mad man eats his own heart out
In my dreams
Over me
I could not put him out of misery
Fast enough to please.
My lord has no pride
He lies in wait
To ambush the innocent
While I trample daisies
I pray! I fear
I run, I hide!
There is no power in this victory
One battle from a war of
Treacherous love
Games you choose to share with me
Loneliness is relative to company
Intriguing.
If it is the big, bad wolf
You wish to be
I will wear a mane of red and
Sit beneath yonder tree to wait
For thee. A basket full of
Grandmother’s treats and a
Axe man.
Together we’ll put your head
On a block
And watch with a smile
As it rolls, eyes intact
Over the miles
Of bodiless forest
And you’ll call for your mother
If you ever
I promise.