What wilt thou say
Whilst thy knight is away

At the midnight hour, would a knock sound forth
Beckoning thee to the crossroads of desire

Wilt courtiers find thy front door ajar
An open invitation to their seduction

Or would the portal be barred to their advance
Forcing them to dream of thy countenance



Wilt the morrow's dawn find thee weeping
Or wilt thou don thy brightest garb for faire

Wilt the dusk of a week impress upon thee a longing
Find thee weak in the resolve of thy commitment

At the fortnight, doest thou seek escape from hollow nights
Or doest thy love stay true

For thou holds sway over many a man's heart
There is none who knows, "Nay" 'round thee



Art thou willing to hide thy love away
To don the guise of a virtuous maiden

Wilt empty nights be tamed
By the company of hungry eyes

Canst thou forestall the calling
Of those who witness thy solitude

See the beauty thou hast hidden
Those enthralled by the miracle of thee



Wilt thou withstand the urging
Of a fleeting desire

Wilt thou fortify thy virtue
By tempering thy fantasies

Wilt temptation be a welcomed caller
Invited to thine hearth



What wilt thou do
When the apple is offered

Knowing thine heart sits on the scale
Of the blind lady Justice

For what is to transpire
Upon the return of thy sir

Whilst in thy heart
Dwells a deceit so cruel



Were thee to look in his eyes
Unveil thy heart's wandering

Would thine errant-knight accept thy truths
Bear the betrayal laid at his feet

Would he see past the infidelity
Look upon thee with mere disdain

Or perchance leave thee to mourn
At his desertion of thy craven love

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