Last Summer
Call of the birds at sunrise
Is never unheard and if she’s
Laying with him otherwise
They don’t awaken in time
To bear the weight of risk
She would take
There’s no other words
Than the finer cause
That had left them cursed,
suffering paws
Then she took the blame
The senseless chafing,
Resting, weakened and tame
Love lies between bleeding
No words to describe
Besides curse of contact
Led her away too shy
To sign official contracts
They break when she dies
They choose the option now
Pays way, the sacrificial toll
Two lives as one to defend
With one to grow old
Or one led to its end
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