Storm in Sundress

They think me an angel, they think me a fairy.

Get stuck in the tangles, or be cautious, be wary.

Listen when they say, keep away, keep away,

or ignore the loud warning, and fall as my prey.

There’s been many so brave who gave it a try,

turned around just as fast with a cry and goodbye.

Bruises cover hearts and fingers got burned,

I do not feel sorry, not even concerned.

Yet another turned up with a gameplan in place,

not once did he think in my hand is the ace.

Life’s taught me, in order to beat all the rest

be foxy, be sly, keep your cards to the chest.

The furthest from the truth is thinking you will get

everything you want and desire, no regret.

Oh, honey, you are wrong, you are greatly mistaken,

you’ll get nothing, zero, zilch, you will soon be forsaken.

You think you can play and make me your pawn,

but your tongue is too weak, my name you choke on.

You never really thought there’s a chance you may lose,

had you bothered to ask, it would be no breaking-news.

My knife waits for dinner and my javelin is shiny,

I have zero-tolerance for grown men whiny.

It’s funny how you come, dressed up for the war,

yet one sharp word later you’re laying down on the floor.

You let the soft look mess with your head.

Behind the sundress there’s a bull detesting red.

Take it from me and the fallen forerunners

turn around while you can or flee from the gunners.

I am wild gust of wind, not your light summer breeze.

I am no nippy cold, I am glacial freeze.

I am no drizzle light, but a heavy downpour.

Hurricane, tsunami, a tide drowning the shore.

I am not a raindrop or a lightning bolt.

I’m not a single tree, I’m an ominous holt.

I am the whole storm, I’m wild and I’m free,

my body is here but my heart belongs to sea.