My fine silver,
A saddle i barely rode;
Hijacked by a strange scent,
Unbeknownst to you.
Without my consent, you were
Snatched for his pleasure,
For his selfishness refused to be
Quenched with dignity.
In the reign of winter,
I found you in
The eye of a house,
Broken,
Damaged beyond repair,
In heartbreak waiting,
To bid me farewell.