I Saw a Boon

I keep walking to my doom,

Scented candles light my room

I hear a voice on the blue lagoon

I hear a curse, I see a boon.

I feel I am doomed to stay

On this island, live a banshee's day

She walks on charters, I serve in suits

I am like the mud on her boots.

I'll die alone, said she some night-

I know I'd accept my fate sans fight,

She herself must get what lurks

In her fate, however hard she barks.

I don't churn words out of spite

I don't intend to put up a fight

I would rather still correct my gait,

Or she'll use me as a fishing bait.

And bait is what is my destiny 

I'll get what is coming to me

I won't escape my days of doom

Scented candles won't light my room.