The jester she spoke
while having a smoke

All the while praying
Inevitably delaying

His  curious thot
she was

Could this be what was
fighting for iron

My lord she could be the lead
the thought I need

never was she to come
to make all undone

I am the beast
said the prince of peace

Put her back
in my rib

I can no longer watch this feast

Her fear is not
that of a thot

She seeks nothing but love