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