Till She Enters Carrying Her Head

My washing will not dry laid on the hedge But I stay here nurturing a grudge I rarely feel one so I must retain The nasty feeling and the horrid pain Yet since it hurts me,I must be a fool The errant friend will turn into a ghoul I’ll hear her footsteps from my ancient bed Till she enters carrying her head Oh God lift up my ruminating curse Let me have your grace or I’ll get worse I do not wish to have a bitter heart Grudges turn to dread; it’s hatred’s art For if I learn destruction and its ways Cruelty will have the final say