Knives shine, then cries sound,
blood-red colors the grass.........
how could she mutilate me so cruelly
for what I was not even singing?
My goldenrod (tired of waiting)
touched that spot playfully
with one wish still in mind,
well, that did not go well................
A flash and with an unexpected anger
she beheaded (oh, mystery woman),
particularly poor lust-blinded rod
who would never shine........
