In the dark, I wept
while rope choked my wrists.
My blood flowed over golden sands,
to be washed away by the Celtic Sea.
No one saw;
no one came.
In the dark, I sobbed;
my stare fixed on the blood-stained moon.
With each thrust, I begged for the end.
No one heard;
no one came.
deceit drained our desire to flower
never hear you tell me you loved me
the soil soaked in my hurried hurt
deep within the haunted wood
where your love left me exiled
queens snorted and screamed
and caressed my ache to be loved
we knew neither compassion nor remorse
I lay in a pillowy green field