'Oh Ill Thief'

 

Oh Ill Thief,

my Hangman my Hornie, the one I love and fear,

please take me fae here

I'll be yer snool once againe, dog-flesh and henbane,

Turn me back into willcat and wraith,

destroyer of faith

then no more will I rise into air so clear and so full of pain.

 

Oh Blacknebbit Bartie let's have a party

you know I'm your blastie

a' crookit and nasty

your couthy carline ye know what I mean,

ay, I'll let you scaith me

till the black baudlins chase me; so I pray

take me away from this bright land of toil.

Yes I'll pick your boils, and I'll eat your blypes,

I'll soak you in oil and turn out the lights -

but I'm cold and alone and sucked on by lice

and they've put me in darklins so silent, so small,

that I can't breathe, I can't scream, I can't speak, I can't call.

 

Sometimes it seems like I hear you,

your deep drumlie gumlie grunt.

It seems like I see you

dripping all down my front.

It feels like I feel you

in my itchy creeshie cunt,

As I wait for you to com and tak me to the hunt.

 

Oh Nickie-ben, I'm losing my grip

and startin to rip at the ends,

I dream of you and all of our friends, at Inshoch,

long after gloamin-shot, gigglin like giglets

and squealin like piglets

When we killed the wee things and cut them up into bits,

when I gave you my bairntime, my godsbody, my wits,

I gave you my tits

and somehow a' that has left me like this.

Oh you thief thief thief THIEF

Howl, howl foul winds and rain, and blasted deep!

Oh salt, oh shit and wounds that seep!

I'll take all your other girls with me to sleep,

and then in dark flames I'll be yours to keep.

 

 

© Rosie Dahlstrom 2016