"Base"

A little whisper in my ear

He leans around and moves my hair

This empty world, he’ll say to me

Is base without this alchemy

Gold and silver turned to dust

Part we will if we must

And crush my heart and hope to die

I’ll mean it and I will abide

Black art, bewitching, your soul taboo

The very stars aligned for you

I’ll turn against the threads that wind

Move on by chance, completely blind

I prayed he’d stay and take the bait

I was cursed by knowing fate

He knew not, and said again

My love, my dear, we’ll always be friends

-SQ 2011