Iscariot
A box of doves
I placed beside your chest
Liar, a stork of silk
With rubies in it's nest
Fire of my love
Will burn thee
To a wizened word
For ere to go unheard
A mare of wood
Elder, elm and oak
Liar, will keep you fair
If you jest me, no joke
Fire of my love
Will burn thee
To a wizened word
For ere to go unheard
I'm old and bruised
But my fate is that of youth
Liar, trickster you
Be a grisly dragon's tooth
Fire of my love
Will burn thee
To a wizened word
For ere to go unheard
You gashed the heart of my heart
Like a Portuguese witch
I'd planned for you this land
But you devoured my hand