The early visits were arcane;
unaware 'twas a monthly campaign
and the cloak, black or rose champagne,
I'd leave door ajar, again n again
The legend... of three beautiful sisters
...first, second and third trimesters
not figures or creatures of fantasy
but calendar divisions to define pregnancy
The heart, the size of a closed fist,
a vital organ, ensures you exist
Lub-dub, lub-dub it pumps away,
every second, everyday
It's obvious this is prison
wading through waters of shades of crimson
a circulatory system of sort
an unending sea without port
