Work Text:
False Love
by sablerose2
And in this time of need you come
riding on your steed at the hour
when all seems darker, she sits
upon her tower swaying like a flower
in the middle of the field, as rain does
fall so shall we all, in this late hour in
the hateful rain shower you lost your
heart before, she riped you apart then
on your knees you beg and plea for the
love you came here for, and on the tower
sits a Lady swaying like a flower as pretty
as you please, many came and more will
fallow to win the hand of the lady fair, so sad
for them for when they come they find her
sitting there in her tower tall and strong, but
will find no welcoming arm's for the Lady has no
heart for in it's place is a dark and empty hole,
she lives on the tears and heartache's and fears
of men, she now has fed, your heart now feels dead
as you ride away and the Lady does sway as the
day turns to gray.