MY MISTRESS’S HOUR


My mistress wore a sudden face
Which untimely shakes my grace
Her word is like a raging storm
Fluently amassed to be torn
I fear my life is not at peace
So good a maid I'm made to be
She is quick to a fearful soul
Which so much ensnares the world
Of how sad we're trapped within
The momentum of such sin
That momentum of such fear today
Has outgrown a peaceful day
Yet I'm so inclined to such spirit
So good a maid I'm made to be
To love yet in a thick of time
Although my fear is never kind
And the sorrowful world is blur
As fear has given much the stare
My mistress has a fearful voice
Which my fearful heart employ
So good a maid I'm born to be
To the nature of such fearful eye.

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A good maid to her frightful mistress