Wednesday, October 11, 2006

My Little Sweet




Lay your heart and locket on the chopping block my dear.
my sweet.
my damsel in distress.
I'll keep it safe. I swear to you.
Swear on my moon,
my star,
and my axe.
You needn't fear me.
Hush child, stay silent.
So still.
There is nothing to fear here but my wolves.
Pretty fearless wolves,
with bluer eyes than you've ever seen.
And teeth much sharper too.
So wear your sunday best,
that pretty pink dress, you know.
And your darling buckle shoes.
And run with me in the feilds meant for summer fallow.
Just be sure not to step on my pumpkin patch.
My little one
My darling
My sweet.

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