An ode to her love, oh body of clay,
She's on the hunt—she wants to play.
Dare not sleep, dare not pretend,
I fear this night might never end.
An ode to her body, oh lady of law,
She spares no one; she sees no flaw.
Ask no questions—don't you dare,
Your breath may falter, so beware.
An ode to her name, oh body of clay,
She's here to rule; she wants to slay.
Be good, be wary, be gentle again,
Or you'll drown in sorrow and pain.
An ode to her life, oh body of clay,
She walks on fog; she's in sway.
Grass that bleeds in red and green,
She leaves you on hold, left unseen.