1000 cheribium dance over her head

and a crusafix hangs over her bed

she sleeps so tender,
but i haunt her so
in her dreams still i show

till death do us part

such a splendid action
is her only means
of satifaction

although temporal
she sees no end
her heart so gentle
her skin so soft
a childish crush, certainly not.
her hair so long
her faith, eternal
but what ignites my heart with flame?
her voice, imfernal

her destination may not be fire

but her stormlight figure a devlish liar
hope may be
she may be free
but ive bound her soul from neck to knee
with her love,
i run mountain and sea

every necklace is a rosary

and she a modest, bound by celabacy
dwells on the illusion that she needs me
combusting the moment of her treachury
of all women, how was it she?

if i loved her more i would be no liar

a plain adulterer,
an uncontained fire
her only hope of rebirth be at pyre