The Ballad of Bant Singh

I hang a robe upon the bloody hook A disconnect From all the stars that slowly dim as if to genuflect An altercation that I hoped would circumvent a curse An allegation that would render all my limbs inert (Your sect to a hilt, my wrath until) You go and stir that sword (Don't value your worth, as if it hurts) Shaping your guise into an homage to a virtue For berating the one that you adore My only failings in a bid to learn anything Don't call my bluff if you're not anxious Heightened by it Salient too Bloated and rotund But just in case I had a feeling that it would have meant a lot to her In spite of that your only motive is to make it worse For all the risk I know I should have been more wary of Decapitation as a token of my only love (Your sect to a hilt, my wrath until) You go and stir that sword (Don't value your worth, as if it hurts) Shaping your guise into an homage to a virtue For berating the one that you adore My only failings in a bid to learn anything Don't call my bluff if you're not anxious Heightened by it Salient too Bloated and rotund But just in case