Anchoress
Anchoress
Let's get dressed and forget this ever happened
What a mess
And your eyelids have started to run
Lina I cannot forget
Your father will see red
Your husband cannot know
He'll bring us our deaths
On some different stage
In a terrible shame
Father and husband would both find a grave
He's holding your hair like strings
This puppeteer's secret wings
Lioness
We are waiting in ballrooms and banquets
For one glance
For the slightest sleight of your skin
Aiko brilliant and bright
We'll escape this tonight
I cannot I am loyal with fright
They're dressed in our clothes
Tied up in the snow
When they're found
We'll be nowhere they know
He's holding your hair like strings
This puppeteer's secret wings
But what if these scissors slip
Could you cut them all to bits?
Anchoress?