Once, you were a messenger,

An answer to my prayers

Twice, I shied away from your advances,

Ne’er ensnared

Thrice I doubted common sense, and consequence ran deep

Now four times lay me down to rest, remember you in sleep

One spring you called me over and I welcomed your intent

Mid-summer came, and I never paid much mind

But fall again, and fall I did for your constant possibility

By winter you had managed to entwine

In constant hope this virgin heart of mine

Once, I never cared for your attention

Twice, my jealousy did serve you well

Thrice, I agreed to fail to heed the warnings oft decreed to me

But all four times, I turned away, each vicious circle left complete

Though on wings of pestilence, your criticism serves me well

The conflict that it caused, short lived and frail

For my drought of concern poses no threat to anything of worth

Your intentions, obvious through your thin veil

For the last time, this murder campaign has failed