All pleasures on her couch I rue.
I thought myself amongst the few
That god had blessed from out the host
To be loved the uttermost.
Self interest! Sly, she undertook
To make her form a golden hook
And understand my holy might
To betray it in the night
She bound my wrists and cut my hair
And called into the shadows there
And mocked me as I ground away
Round in darkness every day.
I touched the temple in my mind
To gods of every evil kind
And slowly growing my strength anew
Destroyed it for the god I knew.