Dizzy as a blemished work of art a hollow shell my soul screams
With wings as black as a raven, Cupid was perched on a burning tree
With laughter, he hissed music, my friend?
then pulled out a harp with chains at the end
The air became thick as fog slithered in
then Cupid began to sing
Once together now torn apart I am not your enemy
she was the one who broke your heart and cost you everything
So hear me strum my lonely harp and speak of your misery
Make your soul mine to keep and her life shall end immediately
With a wave of his hand, I crumpled to my knees
Next thing I knew he leaped to the sky and vanished behind the trees
With wings as black as a raven, I sing the song of Cupid
Cupid and the burning tree
© JDMaraccini 2013