What is this ardor you rear in the hearts of wayward women?
What spell have you cast?
Pulling at heart strings so delicately laced, twine your finger tips.
Be kind our dark one.
Your smile cast hearts a flutter, laying all to waste.
Can you not see your power?
So carelessly jest with wandering eyes and hands made to caress.
Oh that tugging just on your lip.
How bewitching yet casually unaware, you tease.
Playing us each as chords.
Have we wept, in long suffering, your melody yet?
Is there hope left, save your words?
Bound by daggers, piering heart’s flesh in agonized bliss.
Oh who, oh who will you give your kiss?
My heavy chest holds thunderous, my heart.
To hope is to ache in longing, alone.
Give us solace that we may in joy adore you.
A pleasing word, a side long glance.
Whom is she which sets your heart aflame?
In damnation we eagerly await.
