You moved like a fire through the forest.
You’re hands were as red as the skin on your lips.
You’d been flirting with distance, princess,
I tasted its spit in your kiss.
Oh, mistress, know:
Today I will bury the flames of your failure.
The past is a liar, the future: a whore.
I’ll lay your bones into the earth and you
Will haunt my head no more.