Will Karry Poet Ballad

Her Slave

Those eyes, those beckoning eyes;  
I can feel their gleam upon me 
There’s no escape from those eyes 
As in the darkness they always see 
A spell, yes tis a spell I know 
But I know of no remedy to break it 
I’m haunted nightly as always 
Is there a curse upon me at wit? 
A voice, yes I hear the voice 
And oh yes, those eyes still stare 
No need to hide, no need to flee 
Because those eyes remain there 
The maidens love was all she had 
But I, yes I wanted more 
And in the end I tossed her out 
And banned her from my door 
A nightly vigil she does keep 
And sleep no longer finds me 
My tempers hot, my life is nil 
But my legs can no longer flee 
No pleasures in my life again 
I see only eyes that keep staring 
Soon I know that death will appear 
As I and those eyes will be pairing 
I cast my pearls upon the swine 
And reaped a harvest fitting 
Those eyes don’t lie, they just sigh 
As my death suit they’re knitting 
Six carry me across the snowy ground 
All dead and ready for the grave 
She won at last my breaking heart 
As now I’m her forever slave

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