The greatest power in all of the earth
Its treachery, second to none
The filth of its grip will steal your resolve
If challenged, ’tis better to run
Heed the warning to watch and beware
Be cautious of resting the eye
Relenting your guard, even just once
Will shackle your neck and your thigh
For, there once was a man whose eye fell still
On a maiden, lovely and fair
She captured his heart and carved out his loins
With none but a ravishing stare
The maiden’s eyes were glittering jewels
Her words, a poisonous spell
Her siren’s call abducted his heart
Alluring his soul into hell
Forbidden fruit dripped from her lips
Her tongue held nectar untold
He shoved his nose in her sweet smelling hair
His will then purchased and sold
She stole of him, his goodness and strength
His thoughts imprisoned with chains
The maiden demanded more than he had
Her venom searing his veins
“Take all that I am!” the stolen man said
His spirit burned with desire
She laughed as he chased the hem of her skirts
Like moths surrounding a fire
Her flames burned bright, fatal and hot
Searing his flesh and his will
The warmer she burned, the more that he yearned
Her call both lovely and shrill
“Give me more!” the burning man cried
His body nearly consumed
The maiden’s commands were costly and great
Leaving him empty and doomed
He fell to his knees, desperate and cold
A slave to her smoldering coals
He begged for an ember to melt his flesh
Imprisonment taking its toll
“Stand to your feet!” she sneered at his frame
His skin, diminished and charred
He reached out his hand, calling her name
His fingers mangled and marred
With one last look, a piercing stare
She glowered and left him behind
With one last breath, a gurgling cough
He wrenched on the ground and he died
