When you knocked on the door,
did you read the sign outside?
They trade my flesh mercilessly,
for some mere tales they confide,
What brought you here today?
Heard great stories, about me, the cheat?
If you had seen me before him,
you would have been glad to meet,
I am what they usually say,
a woman with a checkered past,
After a staircase of bodies, his heart was the one,
that I had broken last,
If it was my flesh that he was after,
would have been easy to leave him behind,
What can one do when the soul is torn into pieces,
and he expects it to be just and kind?
I warned him of the consequence,
but he chose to look the other way,
Look where it brought us; I am traded in the night,
and he barely survives every day,
If he just listened to what I had asked,
things wouldn't have been the same,
He would have been a happier person,
and I wouldn't have had this muddy fame,
You came through that door for me,
not knowing what all men come here for,
You must have heard them going to battles for me;
wrong, it was for him, I turned to a war,
If you wish to fight through,
try a new tale to confide,
Sire, when you knocked on the door,
did you read the sign outside?