I’ll Tell a Tale
And Weave it Well
Intending to Deceive,
But I Impart
A Loaded Dart
With Poison
At My Leave.
And if You Thought
You Knew Me Well
There’s Always
More to Learn:
A Golden Heart
Enclosed in Dark
For Which One Day
You’ll Yearn.
But Fool Me Once
And I Will Rise,
With My Eyes on You,
With Loaded Darts,
My Deadly Art,
And I Always
Follow Through.