Coward <3

Oh, tender flock of woolly dreams,
My heart for you, it loudly screams.
Amidst the fields of Thimbledon,
Our love, it blooms, both wild and fond.

With every step, I draw you near,
My hands, they tremble, filled with cheer.
For in your eyes, a gentle spark,
My love for you, it leaves its mark.

Through meadows green, we dance as one,
Under the moon and golden sun.
The shearers' blades, they hold no sway,
As I protect you, night and day.

But as the days unfold and pass,
Our love, it takes a turn, alas.
For madness whispers in my ear,
And visions strange, they now appear.

In moonlit nights, I hear their pleas,
The sheep, they whisper in the breeze.
"Beware, dear shepherd, of your fate,
For in your hands, lies love's dark weight."

And so, I stand amidst the fray,
A sheep slaughterer, so they say.
But still, my love, it burns so bright,
I cannot yield without a fight.

With blood-stained hands, I tenderly weep,
As into slumber, my soul does seep.
In dreams, I'm lost in Thimbledon's haze,
Where sheep and I, we share our craze.

And now, dear sheep, I'm but a shell,
Bound to a fate, I cannot quell.
Yet still, my love, it knows no bounds,
As Thimbledon's madness me surrounds.

Yum yum in my tum tum, they sing,
A macabre feast, where hearts take wing.
Through crimson rivers, my soul does sway,
As I partake in love's twisted play.

For in this labyrinth of desire,
I am both hunter and the entire
Prey, entangled in a web so dark,
Where love's hunger leaves its lasting mark.

So let the world brand me insane,
For in my heart, your love remains.
A sheep slaughterer, I may be,
But in your eyes, my love, I'm free.

hiiiiiiiiiiiiii

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