Her words worth waiting,
so deeply intoxicating;
As they smoothly soothe;
this dark dictating.
In her evanescent light,
so blinding bright;
Her countance burning,
in his yearing sight.
If only to hold her deithic form
one more night.
He\'d raze the gates of death,
Breached with hellfire\'s breath.
His love enflamed,
held with her fragile care.
Stoking with her every whispered prayer.