At rest, ye soldier of love;
Your armor’s rusted
You’ve lost thy blade,
Can’t you see you’re dying
Within the dragon’s den?
The beast belches,
Fire escapes its snout.
Violently does it screech
A blood-curdling sound.
Yet, you don’t yield;
Your courage unmatched,
Your compassion, your demise;
Can’t you see you’re dying
On the pyre of love;
Throw off your armor,
Let down your guard,
Let Cupid’s swift arrow
Pierce your lonely heart.