A box of doves    I placed beside your chest    Liar    A stork of silk    With rubies in it's nest    Fire    Of my love    Will burn thee to a wizened word    For ere to go unheard.       A mare of wood    Elder, elm and oak    Liar    Will keep you fair    If you jest me no joke    Fire    Of my love    Will burn thee to a wizened word    For ere to go unheard.       I'm old and bruised    But my fate is that of youth    Liar    Trickster you    Be a grisly dragon's tooth    Fire    Of my love    Will burn thee to a wizened word    For ere to go unheard.       You gashed the heart of my heart    Like a Portuguese    Witch,    I'd planned for you this land    But you devoured my hand.