Ired at thee, Painting the face red,
Screeched and scorned till i lost.
A moment’s fire, doomed the treasure;
Baffled and forlorn, I lied;
Watching the sky shy and fly.
Questioning conscience, followed for long.
Atonement was next, but dismay won.
The fact is out, disaster is here.
Face is safe, Heart is doomed.