Bide

They taunt you there
In front of me
I can do nothing

I wonder
If they knew the truth
Would they dare

You warned them
Yet they still assail
Only to learn

This little girl
She will bite back
And it will hurt

Best that they
Get the end of you
Rather than me

I’d bind their minds
And bruise their flesh
Then they would see

There is a line
That they crossed
Now we shall see

© 2006, Mosquitobyte