Jane is My Name

on the mountains, summer wind ceases to blow
yet a perfume scent of patchouli and desert rose
within a day’s despair, life of a beloved one goes
high above heavens, a mortal writes these prose
 
In a distance by the hills behind the meadow
the sun’s now shining, just after the rainbow
diffracted from the teardrops, a pearly snow
passionate flame once burned, gone its glow
 
she was a real beauty, wild as a hyacinth flower
she blossomed newly, by the cold crimson river
roaming freely ignoring, the heavy rain shower
on these hills, i witnessed from my ivory tower
 
straying this way, up high to the mountain
unknowing of the dangers by my fountain
lurks the posse of hungry and lustful saints
preying on the free with poison of roses’ taint
 
ignorance lets the blossom trodden in the ground
sweet cherries, such berries can never be found
its all the attention from her see through lacy top
pink nipples clearly showing, evil eyes won’t stop
 
madness was the word, pouncing till she dropped
the vice of lechery, evil saints have never stopped
treacherous was the act, poor beauty was shocked
Calamity’s my name, time for these to get cocked
 
just for this one girl, I end my peaceful penance
time for these fucking saints to see my menace
evil men they are, I pass their death sentence
blaze of glory, its for penalty and repentance  
 
in my arms, this beauty, wounded and in tears
sweet apples was struck, desperate with fears
“my eyes was on you baby, for three long years!
let me cure you, let this prose linger in your ears.”
this was an unfortunate delight, I’ll be your light
 
hold on to my breasts love, fell my heart flicker
drifting on this mountain, these plains’ my game
I too wear a see through dress with no knickers
I will bear my white chest, are there any takers?
Jane is my name! I’ll end you all motherfuckers!