Sorrow creaked throughout the house
In the dark there is a voice that whispers ill.
Deep into shadows and past her blouse
Her voice pulls my heart and erodes my will.
A spell she casts to end my fright
Her words swimming in my head
I am the lunatic caught in her light
As she calls me to her bed.
“Come now,” she says “you will be mine
In my bed of red roses and purple wine.”
Tic toc, tic toc
Bounces the bunny clock.
The time has nearly come.
My ending, my surrendering.
Screams crack out as riders and raiders break the night.
“I am yours, but first…let me fight”
The shadows dissolve into blistering sands
Two Lines. One people. Two lands.
Each ready to kill, each ready to die.
Tic toc, tic toc, the red numbers lie.
The victory gained here will be mine
Then I will drink deep of her purple wine.
The people, they scramble
Into swamp and bramble.
She takes my hand
“I now understand”
The light above shatters
Nothing else matters
I begin to fade
Into a single line
Lost in her glade
Of purple wine.
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