Whoso list 190th hunt

Whoso list to hunt,
where should I hind?

Like a rabbit in a snare,
or a boar with a wounded leg.

They or just him
is circling me around.

Stalking and baiting me out,
with kind words and sweet dreams.

Replace my devil ring,
with a horrid blood diamond;

made from chains and
broken ideals of normality.

Whilst I run through the woods
my hair tangles like a noose.

The dogs smell my fox blood
and truffle oil skin.

Whoso list the hunt,
There’s nowhere more for me to hide.

So kiss my heart
and bind my wrists.

Caesar take my head
and bury my next to poor Anne Boleyn.