My Venom Turned To Milk: Part 4
I was sure I had killed him,
I was sure he that he had died;
I heard her words like a hymn,
I said t'was my fault she cried.
What lead that thing to your head?
And what fate the bludger had…
What force, with that, the wound bled;
And their faces, all were sad.
I must admit to anger,
Though it never was at you.
I had been filled with danger,
Though I could never beat you.
I'd tried to be your equal,
I'd tried to be your better,
I'd been an empty sequel
I'd thought never let 'er…
