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.