Anchoress Let's get dressed and forget this ever happened What a mess And your eyelids have started to run Lina I cannot forget Your father will see red Your husband cannot know He'll bring us our deaths On some different stage In a terrible shame Father and husband would both find a grave He's holding your hair like strings This puppeteer's secret wings Lioness We are waiting in ballrooms and banquets For one glance For the slightest sleight of your skin Aiko brilliant and bright We'll escape this tonight I cannot I am loyal with fright They're dressed in our clothes Tied up in the snow When they're found We'll be nowhere they know He's holding your hair like strings This puppeteer's secret wings But what if these scissors slip Could you cut them all to bits? Anchoress?