Rejection

Your figures dance upon the keyboard,

Dresses swish around the floor.

Then she enters, Oh, my Lord!

Opening the heavy door.

I turn around to eye the woman,

The most beautiful that I have seen.

Never would have thought that she was human,

With her dress driad-like green.

Her braids fell down in snakey coils,

Complimenting her auburn hair.

Though I can see that anger boils,

Behind her, like a nightly mare.

Her brests rise up and down again,

Showing her bright distress.

She leans upon me with disdain

Brushing my feet with her godly dress.

She picks a knife and stabs me,

With all her might and strength.

With wounds inside I look at three:

Her eyes, her cheeks, her smile...