Baskadia

The trap was set.
With no regret.
I trod with fret,
to a love I met.

The scene was dawn.
Doe and fawn.
Queen and pawn.
Weapons drawn.

We aim on sight.
Deers run with fright.
How fast came night!
I fought a good fight…

From love wounds I bleed.
From love songs I feed.
I did not take heed.
Now I’m in love…Indeed.