now Sue is a very dark faery,

the faery of the grim reaping kind...

she'd come a sickle wielding,

when my mind would become unshielding...

darkness around every corner

souls screaming in horror...

Sue, I Chide...

I cannot really sue her

she'd turn me into cider...

she plays with my mind gravely

she sees my weakness daily...

run, hide, I tried...

but find me, no matter where

she always did

I sighed...

I sat on my hands, I closed my eyes, I cried...

Sue, I cited

denied...

One more day, one more night

I lived...

One more time, one more fight

I survived...

Sue, I will face off with you,

again...

for now, I'll live

until when...

Sue, I cide

Sue, I cide

Sue, I cide

another day, another time

to decide...

by: Wholly Moilly not to be confused with Woolly Bully...