O Mortuous Death!
Wooing my lover
With spiders and gossamer -
You cheated me
And left me half-devoured
To be finished by the shadows.
Does she know your cruel nature?
Sweet Disguise of Amour,
Tempting in your graceful ways
My Bride of Dreams
Is now a thought to mortal coils
And even the sunlight hides from me.
O Mirthful Vengeance!
That you had struck closer to my mark
And spared the world your impervious thrust -
The fertilization of your passion lives yet!
Speaking your defeat on cold lips,
As ravens land in Her hair,
She brings silken logic
Smoother to swallow than hemlock
Reaping the benefits of your own Perfect Practice.

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