A dance I saw between predator and prey
A chance I took to paint her grey
Smoke of the evening sky, she heard my poor heart’s cry
A glance from her matured eyes, shuts down every treachery and play
Truth became lie, lie became truth, Words became the tune,
pen became the flute , Looking at this blind and mute
The devil started to pray
Something beautiful I broke, wrapped deception in a cloak,
All her demons that I provoke , would lead us more and more astray
I scratch her hair, I kiss her here and there
Devoid of any worry or care , what any living soul would say
She’s drenched in grace and alcohol, back into her arms I would crawl
Now when the rain is about to fall, don’t turn these clouds away
As potent as a scorpion’s bite, In her bloodstreams day and night
Confusing her from wrong or right , this tale will end on judgment day
If life till eternity should stretch or expand,
I’ll demand from her what I wish to demand
Her language and decisions I wish to command
Ignoring what the judge or jury would say
-Anas Merchant