Her Slave
Those eyes, those beckoning eyes;
I can feel their gleam upon me
There’s no escape from those eyes
As in the darkness they always see
A spell, yes tis a spell I know
But I know of no remedy to break it
I’m haunted nightly as always
Is there a curse upon me at wit?
A voice, yes I hear the voice
And oh yes, those eyes still stare
No need to hide, no need to flee
Because those eyes remain there
The maidens love was all she had
But I, yes I wanted more
And in the end I tossed her out
And banned her from my door
A nightly vigil she does keep
And sleep no longer finds me
My tempers hot, my life is nil
But my legs can no longer flee
No pleasures in my life again
I see only eyes that keep staring
Soon I know that death will appear
As I and those eyes will be pairing
I cast my pearls upon the swine
And reaped a harvest fitting
Those eyes don’t lie, they just sigh
As my death suit they’re knitting
Six carry me across the snowy ground
All dead and ready for the grave
She won at last my breaking heart
As now I’m her forever slave
Copyright © Will Karry | Year Posted 2014
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