The last of an error
Beginning of the end
Flipped in reverse
Heaven did send

The good in the bad
or
the bad is in the goods

Little Red
rubbed her head
the taming of the shrew

Ridiculed redundantly
remorse not for you

In the mindless of the mindful
wishing wells
pitch pennies and spells

The collective soul of the Ego stoked brain
Pushes forward
then to refrain

All join in there is plenty to be had
Eat upon the Hatter
That woman is Mad

Allowing them to taste take a peek and gander
they see the woman is not to be meandered

Drunk on her lust high on their hate
Chess is for the wicked to manipulate

The King takes a Queen
Jack takes a bow

I see you said night
lets all take a bow

She woke in the throws of the goose down pillow
leaving behind her weeping mind willow
Stretched to beyond and tugs at her day

The wicked will end
Said no one
today