Helvetia Fiction
I found you, by the railroad
Where you laid with my [?]
Wouldn't have been greener
Without your rose leaves
Covered your legs
In the meadow
I helped pray you
Hadn't yet seen
In the slumped frame, your pale face
The devil is still staring
At the fire it roars
It grows, to cover up your gaze
I know it wasn't you who strayed
Stop right where you are
If it is [?]
We know what you've done
We've come to hang the traitor