Benjamin Twine

His Sister's

She was a pretty thing

She was his everything

She didn't know how to

Do math but dear lord she could sing

She was queen he was king

Her voice was lingering

In the heads of the people

Like this sort of never ending ring

She was the puppet king

Dragging him by a string

She made him feel special

But he was really just a quick fling

He gave her everything

She left his heart in a sling

Her brother had warned him

Not to be tempted by her voice's swing

Instead of listening

He ignored the warning

And at the end of the day

He ended up with nothing