It was her deepest fear,
that he would leave
her; thoughts of him
echoed inside her head.
That he would leave
haunted her, mocking,
echoed inside her head.
Reasons why he’d go
haunted her, mocking;
she really didn’t know
reasons, why he’d go;
she just felt her fear.
She really didn’t know
This mistress would come.
She just felt her fear.
He felt nothing.
This mistress would come,
dressed in death’s robes.
He felt nothing
but surrender and acceptance.
Dressed in death’s robes,
this mistress left her little,
but surrender and acceptance
were all that she had left.
This mistress left her little.
Her thoughts of him
were all that she had left.
It was her deepest fear.
