Stalkers Pride

Simper little darling

push your bow all askew

you skin so soft, supple
I want to lean of you

I tend not to say much

Never uttering three words

those who mock me

longingly long for luck

Hair so fine and gold

bouncing up and down

I want you. Hear me?

But not anyway, around

So little one step up

step up far and wide

my tent holds a ton

tasty tangy lovely yum

Step up. And this will

be, the end.