Bathsheba Bathes

Out in the openness of night
She bathes before my sucking sight
Fingers of fire so soft and slow
Make her amber body glow
He takes what he wants
With smiling lies
He takes what he wants
And someone dies
Like caution to the newly blind
Her image never leaves my mind
I have to hear her as she cries
Underneath my buning eyes
Her husband is fighting far away
In my army so they’ll say
I took his honor with his wife
So he must lose it with his life
A king is noble, strong and right
With appetites to match his might
With gore and glory in his bed
His penis rules a rancid head