Scheherazade

Another tale, it's just a game-- Kiss Death's cold cheek, but Death evade. My captor knows not that we Play; I hide it well, within a maze of Frames. What truth that I have left unmasked, A secret code yet to be Cracked, Diversions that are cut in halves, Each story better than The last. He realizes not that I've spun a web around His heart and back again. It's been at least A thousand nights Since the night that I began. My voice has not wavered since the day on which I wed. Each night, he pays close mind, clearly Hypnotized. And I know I'll see the morning sun And once more, I'll dodge The knife. Because so long as he is occupied, I can save my life.