Sophie, my love, with eyes so wide
and red, her lids from when she'd cried
she placed her head upon my chest
said, "say a prayer, for near is death."

I felt the cold drain from her breath
for how could such a thing as death
come close to someone pure and fair
as Sophie, with her golden hair?

"My love affair," said young Sophie
her tiny hand upon my knee,
"is soon in coming to an end."
I held her then, for not to send-

my pretty love, my gypsy queen
to places here before unseen.
I asked her then, "be still my fear-
what other love have you kept near?"

She smiled then, those cherub lips
a tremor starting from her hips,
"I never could love more than you,
but cannot say that I've been true-

I loved another long ago
whose lurking shadow haunts me so
and waiting for me to depart
will drink my blood and eat my heart."

"What man is this?" I need to cry
for underneath my watchful eye
would never, here on land or sea
take from me my dear love, Sophie

And yet she sighs, her eyes they close
her shallow breathing stops and slows
then at her feet, without a sound
comes death to finish up his rounds

And now I see her lying there
with death still dripping from her hair
she never did belong to me
my little love, my one, Sophie.



A/N. Just a fun little rhyming piece. :)

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