I bow my head in patience, fear,
At my mistress' feet
Information now imparted
About their little meet.
The stolen kiss, an apt way
For two sweethearts to meet
And perfect material to construct
My redemption fleet.
I glimpse up through my golden hair
Protection for my eyes
From adoration, glory,
Or daggers thrown of ice.
A look of concentration
Is enough, suffice
To add a dash of anxiety
As I cast lots, throw the dice,
Betray a equal sister
As my only bet
To claw my way to glory again
A decision I'll regret?
No sooner had the thoughtfulness left
Upon her sharpened face
Than I saw the axe finally fell
The other from precarious grace.
I had held my dog-earred trump card
Aloft, displayed my ace
And in doing so had caused
The Golden Child to be displaced
And me, the worthless beggar,
Given her lost crown
As I'm pulled on the goddess' knee
No longer the despised clown,
No longer the subject
Of Her disdainful frowns,
No longer doomed in hatred
And disappointment to drown.
But through my glee I though I saw
The Angel by my side
Stabbed in the back by my Devil
As his crime he tried to hide,
My hair no longer sunshine
But made onyx by new pride
And I can't help but wonder
What She'd do if she found I'd lied?
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