Dooley's Tomb

Dooley's Tomb

She will fall, and fall again.
She will hide her loving side.
She'll deny she ever cried
in the presence of my pain.

I will love, and love again.
I will keep my spark inside.
I'll remake the true and tried
to a rough and wild refrain.

I awoke within her womb,
senses drenched then by my dream,
took the knife of my own scheme,
cut a rose from Dooley's Tomb.

She will meld her master's bane
to a trick above her knees,
made to mother, made to tease
turgity from wasted wane.

I will love, and love again.
I will keep my spark inside.
I'll remake the lover's ride
to a song that will remain.

I awoke within her womb,
covered by her virgin pride,
took the knife from there inside,
cut a rose from Dooley's Tomb.