hark fair maiden,
for who doth thou sing?
your wispy hair abraiden
starts a rhythmic swing

temptress! your eyes they draw me
with their nonchalant demise
yet reveal where deep within thee
the inferno for your passions reprise

hath angels cometh to weave their tune
amidst the lyrics of thy song?
for your voice hath lingered many a moon
tis to you my heart truly doth belong

for thou these lands my bloods suffuse
and harm shalt ne'er suppase my glaive
if only thou would be my muse
i kneel before thee, my beloved.