Marked

So distinct
Was the brand forced upon my skin
That by no man or beast
Would there be query
As to whom, I had belong

For it was you, my lord
Who had taken me
For his very own
And left me to cling hopelessly
Hopelessly to the life
You had made for me

But fear not
That I should fade now
For even in death
Am I mightier than the seas
Stronger than the immovable mountains

And though thou had struck a mark upon me
So too, had I driven my mark unto you

So that with every whore
That will dirty your sheets
And every maid
You will take upon your liking

All shall know who you still belong to
Who hast marked you
As you had so frequently marked me

That, my dear husband
Will be your price for this wife
Which you shall remember you paid
By the mark on your chest
By the coldness of your sheets
By the children that detest you so

You will know what you had bought