A CLASH OF HEADS.

 A CLASH OF HEADS.

 A CLASH OF HEADS.

It was a meeting of heads,

They both went into the dark,

Where their moans couldn't be heard

By people whose ears were like a lake.

Heading each other relaxed,

Unaware of what lay ahead,

They got drunk while sipping the honeyed head,

Forgetful of the consequences ahead.

They gave the wrong head,

Because of the lectures they didn't heed.

Now, in the clash of heads, lies the dread,

Where once stood life, now lies death's bed.