She sits with me above . . .
terrible mistress, a huntress with a bow . . .
She sits on me now . . .
Waits to prey on me below.
When she is alone with me . .
Though all my heart is love
All I do is wait her out,
Until skies are clear above.
She sits heavy above my brow,
Says all my love is show
She calls down, a raven mocking,
A weasel snapping at a dove.
She sits with me now
Raining out my fears,
She strikes another hurtful blow
Calling names, calling jeers.
When she sits with me
All my life's a joke
And when I look back at her . .
I see blackest smoke.
