My second love is going down

Ooh! My second love is going down
Aii! My second love is trampled
She's trickling like the grain seconds in the hourglass
Her beauty is drained to her former love
My second love is like a bruised tiger
Who goes on hunting 'spite her injury
Her hunger is not quenched by grass
Neither by the game of a hunt not hers
But her strength has waned
Her heart is frail and teeth feeble
My second love is on her deathbed
I fought for my second love
Not with much vigour but hope
Wishes that we could hold a lil' bit
Oh! If only we could hold a lil' bit
But have we not been here before
Winning to start the war afresh
Yet all that time I believed in love
That which came in digressed shadows
And conquered the dark with a ray
The light of our love is blued
The place of light is shattered.

~ For the relegated Sunderland (29th April 2017)