Just Another Tale of Love

AND thair he wept for he'd not known lady in black crept to come take his throne Thair he used to stand on all (At least in his eyes) Until that lady crawl And spread him with er' lies What a sickenin' thing to do To get into 'is head Make 'em dream of you And shoot him now he's dead! You made him lie to his own brain! You deceived him into love Repeated it till' that man's insane Then you fly like some white dove Oh little lady, halt- Wait, you never meant to make him lie? Guess it true, it ain't your fault Forever-y night he cry You didn’t mean to whisper into his desperate head He did the whisperin' for him He shot him now he’s dead Cupid, silly man! You shoot random folks all day! C'mon what a foolish plan Now he in dismay! Poor man he lie thair dead (At least in his eyes) Es caus' he longs for her in bed How his alive body is disguise! But then came one day He was out of his- Wh- Hey! You're a-dancin' in my tale young lad!? What are you crazy, mad!? Nor the least bit interested!? Nor a tad bit sad!? Mister! What are you speaking of? Explain it better, please I'm glad I a'int no poet those folks got brain disease