Rejection
Your figures dance upon the keyboard,
Dresses swish around the floor.
Then she enters, Oh, my Lord!
Opening the heavy door.
I turn around to eye the woman,
The most beautiful that I have seen.
Never would have thought that she was human,
With her dress driad-like green.
Her braids fell down in snakey coils,
Complimenting her auburn hair.
Though I can see that anger boils,
Behind her, like a nightly mare.
Her brests rise up and down again,
Showing her bright distress.
She leans upon me with disdain
Brushing my feet with her godly dress.
She picks a knife and stabs me,
With all her might and strength.
With wounds inside I look at three:
Her eyes, her cheeks, her smile...
