I seek the lender of time A key to a door I cannot find Just a small loan to tide me Just an hour or two here and there But the interest is high and I cannot afford that pound of flesh. My mistress eyes me. I cannot hide My mistress seeks me. I am loath to join her in that cold embrace. Yet I am compelled to watch her eternal grace. I am here mistress; my last true love. We have two mothers in this life Mother of womb and mother of tomb