So, where were the brides to fly to...

You were there to fly to where?
The woods were sere!
The nests were bare!
You stole me there for what?
Some bread. Some fuel. Some
broken stuff to heal your little hole
Leaking...Lust.
Raising dust, praising lust.
Somehow you became my life, my wife.
You stole me from my life, wife.