He stepped into your dreams
Stomping feet marching bands.
You pricked your little ears
and listened to his twisted chant
Crystal-clear enchanted
Vibrant with perverted joy.
He rocked you frail infant fascinated
Found asleep in motherly arms.
The rhythm of his heart: the softest lullaby
You did not try to fight
Your enduring cravings.
Stretching your legs some more
To dance on heavenly ground.
There was no peaceful rest in this desperate quest
To free your heavy heart.
