Darling I have some news
It just might give you the blues
I’ll try to give you the jist
Honey, I think you’re a terrorist
Its true you were kind
When you conquered my mind
But I hadn’t really a choice
Nor an audible voice
You brandished your sword
When you crossed the fjord
To a land I called my own
Now the villagers gone… flown
You slaughtered the king
With your feminine sting
Your body with it’s rise and fall
And your grand tales so tall
Your ideas filled me
At quite a steep fee
You took my heart, called it yours
Changed the locks behind the doors
Since you came to join
There’s a new face on the coin
The cloth’s up the pole drag
With your likeness on the flag
Then a thing so strange
For you to arrange
After tasting my power
Like smelling a flower
Your new regime extinguished
Tyrants grip relinquished
When I asked you why
You winked with one eye
Your response such madness
Painted over with gladness
“ I had to wear this gown
I had to cut you down
It was all underneath
I am not a thief
Don’t you see, it’s fake?!
Your crown, I didn’t take
You smelled like petrichor
And I wanted something more
I strangled what was dead
All the old skin you shed
What was underneath
The thing in the sheath
A strength so sure
A goodness so pure
We never really fought
Your distress all for naught
I could never steal
What you offered with zeal
You offered your crown
Without even a frown
I felt so inept
I couldn’t accept
If more kings were like you
But alas, there are so few
The kind that ought to rule
A good man, not a fool
You make love a verb
Not forgotten at the curb
Made me feel uplifted
Rather than re-gifted
I want to give myself
Don’t put me on the shelf
Love me with your power
Don’t lock me in a tower”
Isn’t this convoluted
A few points to be disputed
I’m certain I’m not good
Love me? Not sure you should
When you cut me down to size
It helped me realize
That there is plenty in store
I could be so much more
Just one answer I demand
Something I don’t understand
Why this is what you wanted
A man that is haunted
Vagabond Prophet 