She Is A Dangerous Lover
It is man's incessant pride
which tempts the tides of war.
Some forever, insisting pretension
that might will even up the score.
War the sleeping fiend awakes
to the kiss of his mistress pride.
with the rise of a screaming dawn
makes love to his twisted bride.
There in shadow of lust she bears
seeds of death within her womb,
to spread across a field of men
who reserve from her a tomb
She whispers to the ranks of men
promises of glory
She calls them with seduction
lays with those who write her story
She beckons to them sweetly
they are honored in her bed
but, the rise of a screaming dawn
counts her lovers from the dead.
