I saw a beast with seven heads,
and seven forked tongues,
and these seven tongues
hissed out seven lies,
seven times,
times seven hours,
times seven days,
times seven lifetimes,
and my soul,
it did cease to be,
for I loved this beast,
under illusion
of what it was,
before revealed to me.
Fool fooled,
knowing all the while,
what lay beneath,
hidden in the lies,
I lied to self.
Seven claws clutched
my bleeding heart,
mortally wounded,
yet clinging to life,
with no hope,
and no chance
but no will
to let go
or give up.
And I know
what I am,
and I know
who I am,
and I know
what I deserve,
and it is not this,
but this is mine,
just the same.
My reward,
for my love,
for my loyalty,
for my kindness,
and understanding
and blind fools trust.
