DAY TWENTY EIGHT
DAY TWENTY EIGHT
HER TREASURE
Everyone is searching for her power
But nobody can be sure of the hour
Whoever dealt the last card won't show it
They'll plant it on the table and grow it
Thumbscrews will tighten like ruin to wrack
When she has finished she'll straighten his back
Then they will say they've never seen such skill
Things will get louder when she starts to kill
The smile on her lips whispering pleasure
And everyone knew he was her treasure
It hardly matters who you want to be
Because she will tell you that she owns thee
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End line rhymes loosely based on Shakespeare's One hundred and twenty sixth Sonnet
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