Iscariot

A box of doves

I placed beside your chest

Liar

A stork of silk

With rubies in its 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.