Sleep with a knife under your bed
Sleep with a knife under your bed, my dear
You never know what comes in at night
To take me away from the one I love
Forever embittered upon that taverened cave.
Sleep with a gun under your bed, my dear
Loaded, cocked and ready for scuffles
Burglars would have seconds thoughts if they
See dead bodies lying by our yard at day
Sleep with a rope under your bed, my dear
After we play our kinky games
We’ll rope ourselves together as one
To fend off the whores we seek to break us apart
Sleep with some poison under your bed, my dear
God knows if the kids’d get them
Make sure to taste some of it
If you don’t, you may just find yourself in tears.
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CARD DRAWN:
ACE OF SWORDS
THIS IS THE TAROT CHALLENGE, a 78-day writing challenge where everyday I pick out a random card from my tarot deck and write something about, against, inspired by, based on the card by the day’s end. The works can range from poetry to fiction to drama. When the card is from the major arcana, the title of the work should be the card name. When the card is from the minor arcana, the title can be different but the card drawn should be revealed at the end.
