Hope’s Hollow – Part 24

A little more, go through that door;
Forevermore, you’ll be hell’s whore.

Bob

In Mary he trust; for the children, he must
Just keep his head down, don’t make a fuss.

Hypocrites hide behind
The lies that have made them blind.

You stand accused
Of a lover abused.

Too many enemies to fight alone,
So why reject men who try to atone?

Unable to concede or accept one defeat,
This word war will rage until one must retreat.

Brutal and bloody,
Your manners I study

Look at me, I’ve paid my price
To fulfil desire, my every vice

No more am I victim,
Or insatiable vixen

Gods forbid you’re a she;
Just speak out and you’ll see.