Her slight smile with wondering ways
that thing she has that perplexes
with wondering eyes never static
she is plays with her thingerme giggy

Her child called night awaits
her baby star of death awaits
her only child of war awaits
her love, her thingerme giggy

Over the years, all those indecise years
the place where widows cry bitter
no vengeance compromised
when done, right up the *******

There is no more glory
no heaven or hell
for I am the curse, the stigger
her last thingerme giggy


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris