Wednesday, November 19, 2014

A Ballad of Promises

The knife hit me and I died
And then flew a drop of my blood...

                I never saw it leave
                I never sensed it could
                Fade the pages of time
                And gather wings on road.

                It never mixed with dust
                It never held a sword
                In a never ending dream
                Formed a world of its own.

And then my darling stood on me
She took aim for one last time
I could see the trigger slide
And I looked into her eyes.

                Deep, dark, beckoning eyes
                A promise, another disguise;
                The trigger rolls back in time
                That bullet shall never fly.


You see my gun, o yeah!
And you know your last ride
I didn't choose the bullet
But the magic of surprise.


              You fall on your knees
              You look at me as if I've sinned
              But I never chose to be
              Just another memory.

So my love, here I leave
We part till we next meet
In some shady hut, some frozen street
I'll kill you as you please.

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