to be forgotten

your cheeks are stained with tears

they reflect your feelings of fear

but i want you to hear

my words close to your ears

for your time is not near

to me you are dear

 

your wrist are red

and from what i understand he took you to bed

and promised to wed

your heart he lead

why did you let him get to your head?

 

listen to my words 

and give me your sword

that infant you have was given to you by the lord

but he who had tricked you so, is to be forgotten. 

 

 

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