The dreams hit me hard
Across my soul
Like an angry mob
They came for the one
That stole her
White and brite passage card
Lust
Desires
And a fiery end
Such is our fate
They deemed the right action
For us
Our love
Brought into sinful actions
I raise up my sheild
And draw out my blade
I shall take them down
With the end
Us holding close
As we sit in love’s shade
Their hatred shall never stick
To our hearts
To our souls
That those who cast Their stones
They have made Their start
I swung and cut
Those who were angered
Hatred’s ugly trolls
I savoured Their blood
Your kisses came to me quick
As those in Their angered mob
Ran from love’s rage
To our love being made sick
So bring on your forces
By numbers
What ever you think
Needs to be
This can never break
You and me