Trickster
She that is a
trickster
That takes away
your will
She that promises
riches
That quickly makes you
her kill
Her iron grasp
Is tight as night
Her smoldering gaze
That whispers of day
Her tongue, which is black
You shall never turn back
For your suffering
She has taught you
To love
She tricks you with
The case of a dove
She licks you with
Her murderous tongue
She takes you with
Her smiling lips
Your life you give
Willingly, to her
The trickster
And a song, which doesn't look like much of a song and would probably sound better with a flute and bagpipes, (you'll understand if you read Ballad,) but this is the acapella version, if you will.
A ballad to Ballad
Whispers
(A)
Whispers she, "Follow me"
With whispers she promises day
With hollers you fall to the night
With whispers she promises light
(B)
With whispers she takes you away
With whispers she promises day
(A repeated)
Whispers she, "Follow me"
With whispers she promises day
With hollers you fall to the night
With whispers she promises light
(whistle A)
(whistle "light" 4x)
With whispers she takes you away
With whispers she promises day
With whispers she takes you away
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