Break My Heart
Twirl along the edge with me once more,
Avoiding the abyss of sentimental words.
Take my hand and walk me to the darkness
And lean in for once more kiss, one more hug,
One more gentle graze on my cheek and look
Into my eyes with that smile I fell for years ago
And whisper those diabetic sweet nothings
Before dipping me off the precipice again.
Mister Tallinn and the virgin
To the tune of "Montezuma", by D.F. Alderson
Mister Tallinn
Met a virgin
On a Sunday noon.
Handsome Tallinn
Made the virgin
Have a heady swoon.
Transportation.
Strange location
Met the woken girl.
Wall cobblestones.
A floor of bones.
Smells suffice to hurl.
For that Tallinn
Was a felon,
Master of a cult.
Motives shady.
And the lady
Sacrifice occult.
Preparation.
Incantation.
Hooded figures glare.
A silver crown,
A purple gown,
She is made to wear.
Long procession.
Slow progression.
Come to the alter.
Mister Tallinn,
Nasty felon,
Reads from a psalter.
Insatiable!
Sensational!
A man of vision!
Mister Tallinn,
The hegemon,
On television.
Fate is spoken,
The death token
For the poor woman.
She sits in place,
With air of grace,
On her silk cushion.
Loud commotion!
Strong emotion!
Behold her betrothed!
Dedication,
Obligation,
Solemnly oathed!
Upon swift horse,
With gentle force,
He saves from the fire.
Then, heavy clout!
A mighty shout!
Tallinn on the pyre!
All mouths agape!
Lovers escape,
Amid cult surprise!
To see Hades:
Kidnap ladies.
Thus Tallinn's demise.
