Please Sir, I beg for your ear
See that shine right there?
A knife she clutched to her breast
Carried everywhere
The blade, a viper’s cruel tongue
Sharp to pierce through hearts
Her knife begins to transform
Weapon splits apart
It reveals the knife’s true form
The devilish boy
Like a genie in a lamp
Girl falls for the ploy
Both cursed with dark afflictions
Incurable fate
She was blinded by yearning
Hands held at hell’s gate