kate bissen


A Hunting They Will Go

Color always drains from faces, better bar the doors
Altogether, one man's life, holy ways of war
Shouts and screams shatter lives always heard at night
Fires lit, torches burn, a secrecy from light

Blood red lips unveil pearls, and always whisper truth
The high and mighty cry and gasp, pretty knotted noose
My soul to take, but if I die, thee will not lie in earth
The sun will dance upon my face, like lace upon strange fruit

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