A Song for Deagol
-MistressAli
Down by the river I strangled you, my love
I locked my hands about a neck so fair and
Made your breath catch inside your lungs
And did not let the new air in, No
My love and your lips turned blue like
Waters below sky and your tears
Dropped
And down my cheeks I felt mine.
Wet/ cold/ foreign in the heat
Of the afternoon
And the circlet in your hand, golden,
O, it's luring me, it's forcing my hand
I don't want this... I do... I don't
I don't...
I do!
And to the ground you fall, my love
So warm and pale and beautiful
With bright eyes and soft hair and lips I loved to kiss
But now eyes are glazing like fish we sought to catch
My love, you are like a dead fish, your scales dulled!
The heat in my hand, on my finger
Is lovely and yet it burns and
No ring can soothe the scars in my heart
I wanted it
I didn't want it
Alone in the black I cry
I know, with tears my closest friend,
My hand was not forced.