If the Truth Be Bold

IF THE TRUTH BE BOLD Whilst you slept upon my pillow soft I imagined angels above your head aloft Whilst you slept dream I did not Mine eyes and mind had a divergent plot There lay you on feathered down And all be missing was a crown A sign to signify royalty on my bed While my eyes and mind heeded my head It wasn’t so much a foreboding feeling Nor the queen before whom I was kneeling It was simply pity that played its part As I pitied the woman’s wayward heart The two of us who once were one Knew the music was gone and the band was done To dance no more whilst anger prevails Or at least to dance on a thousand nails I became mean and your anger met mine Then, weariness weakened your stoic spine We treated each other without respect or concern And that’s when the fire’s of Hell began to burn You became evil with a heart discontent And in the center of Hell is where you pay your rent Of Satan’s ten million daughters you are just one So sleep unawares that I am Satan’s only son © 2011.…Phreepoetree