Oh Muse! Must I dream of Incubus?
Adapt that role of Succubus?
Succumb to words that can caress?
Portent that phrase, that golden tress?

Wild Rogue, thy cloak is rent,
Soft Lady, thy perfect kiss is bent,
Such imperfection, this dereliction,
Explore selection, life's karmic conviction.

Lo! Broken hearts lay tortured, bleeding,
While unkept promises, tempt fate, so leading,
Words you spoke, rapt in tender embrace,
Love you broke, in love's sordid place.

Your Majesty! I worshiped you!
Your heavenly voice! Your cosmic view!
At last we touched, entwined as one!
Abandoned now, my song unsung!

Sweet music! A placid lick!
Grave lyric! A slanderous tick!
Famous for thy worthsome ways!
Endowing gifts on wondrous days!