Sadist

Bleed me your trials and bid me farewell;

Clavessin rumbles and the candles are lit...

Is it well tempered your manners quite tell;

you don't hath to wonder nor quell...

Raising your chin, to give a first hit;

the cheeks are scarlet and bright was the wits!

Would you care for a mercy or a kill?

Two pigeons in front of you, at your whim;

which should I offer, which shall let go?

Here is the knife, will I do or will you sin;

will you face your darkness with a grin..

Or run away scared like a kitten does;

always falling at feet and not glass...

The grass awkwardly greened for the kin.

Or will you dare both – let go and revile;

enjoy the slaughter, while sheep are fed...

the wolves are still well and wells beguiled;

kites catch thunder and windmills foiled

the holy conquest of blind men, who led

great hosts to nowhere and fast was said...

What would our names in that defile?