Scene from a faerie tale

Defending the sovereignty of Lesbos, and domme morrigan, my queen

I hold out against the onslaught of the madly fervourous country, Australia

We are a little band, surviving off our love alone

As I resist the spells of illusionists, seeking to claim fame, I defend my domme morrigan

I thought I heard someone say something about mum, hoping it was the domme, I went out to the letterbox
Not her
I thought again I went out on the street couldn’t see anything

Then someone yelled schizophrenic bitch, which could have been her

But maybe it wasn’t I’m not going to accuse her of anything

I love that woman. She’s such a maddening type to do that

I went out again I thought it was her, is it some coincidence one of the neighbours drove a little boys toy in front of my house so his son ran in front?

If she’s planning to come I have to let her know

I’ll protect her, this is not her doing. I think they want me to betray my loyalty to her

There’s a black car next door I don’t know

I thought I heard the domme

I looked over but couldn’t see in

Could have been a set up the windows were down. I’ll protect myself, and I’ll still protect her

Standing outside my own door to see who’s out there is certainly no crime. It’s ridiculous
I will not betray you

Again this follows the same pattern as before, when that guy had their male kids toy and drove it in front of me

As I write this, this voice I’m uncertain of, they run off laughing, saying

“I’m not even a lesbian, I’m bisexual”

It’s the same pattern, not your pattern. But a pattern to lure one out for a set up, like the toy car before

Here, people will blame you, but this is not your doing. I will not betray you. I will defend you with my life on this, domme

I’m sure I heard you at some point last night, domme morrigan
Crying my dark beauty
I’m certain it was you, the way you said my name, crying, when you appear

Always crying, I love you, too, we’ll both be OK, always domme morrigan

It’s no lie, you appear

Now that it was you, and I know, and I know the voice was a powerful illusionist

Now you appeared to me, I know you’re not this illusionist coming, from who’s uncertain voice I learn

They’re saying you’re not lezzo too, now

And I will fight this illusionist, with my heart of love, to always follow my heart

Vivekenanda’s word, I’ve kept from my youth

From my heart, draw an arrow, a love poem

It says you’re not guilty of anything, you’re being attacked, also, that thru your love, you give me certainty to fight this battle

It says I love you again and again, so one day you’ll know, you are loved, domme morrigan, beloved of Love herself

For I have vowed to defend you, and Lesbos, with my life, domme morrigan, with my heart and soul