Act Six: You Could Be This Blessed Poem by Nicholas Neato

I heard you speak
Like a beautiful song
You lulled me to sleep
It was deep enough
Yet not to deep
Dreamed about the end of the world
Dreamed of the sheep
Dreamed of your eyes
And the secrets they keep
As tightly as you held my head for ransom
When you knew my heart was far too meek
I made sure I paid you in tears
You made sure you looked all too sleek
I've been feeling pretty down lately
She's been feeling rather chic
She stole all my confidence
She only thought she left me weak
Nothing less divine then this bloodline
Could give me the death I'm cursed to seek

Did you ever think that you would be this blessed?
Do you even think that you could be this blessed?