by turns my mistress harsh and gentle
wrapped in unfamiliar mantle
trapped by all that sets her free
beneath the grey forbidding sky
by choice my mistress for a song
will sell her secrets to the one
who bids the best but not the highest
burning bridges in the forest
bring my mistress poison ivy
she will make from it a gravy
for the evening sacrifice
then throw the plate back in your face
by turns my mistress gentle, harsh
and loving, with the simple force
of one whose right is always wrong
will answer every bell you rang
by choice my mistress in the sea
did cast away her jewels so
earned her keep another day
and let the leaning lesson lie
bring my mistress finest wines
to wash her face as evening wanes
splash on your carpet floor
break the glass and disappear
what do you mean not dead
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