The Mistress
the mistress is the light of morning
she is bright of the day
i glisten at the thought of her warm embrace
All is grand when the mistress is around
Love is bountiful, overflowing, magnificent
Insanity is what I plead, when she approached me
although many plates are set at the table
only one seems to be a steady visitor
he seeks for only that he wishes he could obtain
you push him away but like a stray at your door he hungers and yearns for more
more than most can comprehend
the hand held by many but can't stay to just one
the visitor begins to lose hope
his faith battered, his trust worn
He notices the storm, and he just sits
sits as every last drop of water has penetrated his soul
reflecting on the memories, the ones that made him warm
realizing the meal was a facade, she had merely wanted her guests to gorge
the mistress is longing to be free
with hopes of reaching normalcy
she takes them all, they line her throat
with the fear that now drowns in her stomach
she calls around and starts to panic
she calls out to the visitor with a voice of despair
the visitor rushes forth to lend his hand
he arrives but in a valiant effort
she is taken away, away from his grasp; he begins to weep as he knows he was to slow
the visitor is high on adrenaline; but has never sunk so low
he hates to have to sit and wait
anticipation and frightfulness fill his lungs
before he leaves in doubts of her coming back she appears
a weight lifted and a mistress spared
a hug is all that is managed before he departs in despair
still she continues to plate plentiful at the table
the visitor continues to sit and await his share
only to have a chance to wed the mistress who strives to feed the men around the town.
