{"id":3720,"date":"2023-11-26T20:27:11","date_gmt":"2023-11-26T20:27:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/?page_id=3720"},"modified":"2023-11-28T23:06:35","modified_gmt":"2023-11-28T23:06:35","slug":"the-price-she-paid","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/the-poems\/the-price-she-paid\/","title":{"rendered":"The price she paid"},"content":{"rendered":"<p> The price she paid<br \/>\nby cricketjeff on March 21, 2009.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved<br \/>\nIn her soft receding footsteps I can hear the hint of dread<br \/>\nIn the breeze across her shadow I can taste the living dead<br \/>\nI had thought that I would love her through the whole eternity<br \/>\nNow a man who died in torment has unwed the best of me<\/p>\n<p>In a flicker of his passing she was tempted from her path<br \/>\nNow she has unending aeons to regret the aftermath<br \/>\nFor one single act of folly she must pay her mortal soul<br \/>\nAnd I know that I will die without the chance of being whole<\/p>\n<p>There are forces under nature that can never be denied<br \/>\nThey&#8217;re unleashed in dreadful measure when their masters are decried<br \/>\nOnce they hold you in their tendrils you are doomed for evermore<br \/>\nFor the undead are the soldiers who enforce the dreadful score<\/p>\n<p>On the night she danced his music she was left one final choice<br \/>\nWould she give herself to evil or reject his honeyed voice<br \/>\nFor a glimpse she thought of heaven she would gladly pay his price<br \/>\nNow she knows he was a liar but is locked within his vice<\/p>\n<p>In the sunlight we have found her still unsullied in her grave<br \/>\nBut it&#8217;s far too late to help her and she&#8217;s no soul left to save<br \/>\nWith the last of her resistance she has torn my grief apart<br \/>\nI must drive the stake she gave me through my love&#8217;s unbeating heart<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The price she paid by cricketjeff on March 21, 2009.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved In her soft receding footsteps I can hear the hint of dread In the breeze across her shadow I can taste the living dead I had thought that I would love her through the whole eternity Now a man [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":9742,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-3720","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3720"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3720\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7789,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/3720\/revisions\/7789"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/9742"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/nicewaistcoat.com\/wordpress\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}