Chapter 1: Waiting In A Chair With Chains
Waiting In A Chair With Chains
A Hero now, and saviour then, before
But not of mine, my home was dark and yet
A twist, a scream, and you were out the door
You left me there, with time upon my head.
I handed you your wand! And hers! My own!
What more could I have given you, my heart?
I was innocent and you must have known
I'd needed you to play the hero's part
You saw me in the battle, I was scared
Saw my alliances were not with Death
My mother risked her life to see you spared
So spare, in turn, her son, her life, her breath?
So will you come and save me, Chosen One?
Or is my life of freedom gone and done?
Chapter 2: DANGER
D is for danger and how you persist
Making me stupid when we haven’t kissed.
A is for arse and the swing of your hip
The cock of your brow and the pout of your lip.
N is for never, and hopefully soon
And hating myself, lamenting the swoon.
G is for nothing but the heat in my gut
It’s in frottage and groan and grunt while we rut.
E is for earnest, that look in your eye
A fondness, a love, a weakness of mine.
R is for Rum and the warmth in my heart
This ridiculous rhyme that tears me apart.