mary won't marry me

A Poem by winter;lyra

mary won't marry me
not until she's mad at me
for making a parody of a mandatory avarice

mary will kill a man
traverse the seas and invert the days
to find a way to have her safe numbers dialed into heaven
i suppose - it's a force of nature that bends wings instead of men
"where have you been?"
she's been in hell
communed with the devil
now she's back in the apparel

mary wouldn't marry me
faithful servants don't field with demons