Her silhouetted shape in the fading sunlight swayed,
So soft she moved with graceful air,
And with her graceful stare, my heart emblazed.
Engraved with sweetest searing pain,
The sweet morass of love that rains,
Upon my lover's soul, now held, enamored by her flitting frame,
This dancing nymph now holds me in her sway.
She sang to me like none had ever sang before,
And with her songbird melody,
Her soft spoke serenade, my song, restored.
For neither Heaven's clanging swords,
Nor Hell and all its dev'lish hordes,
Could quell this burning in my breast, so hot it burned than e'er before,
For only she, my longing heart, adored.
Impossible to count the ways this maiden fair,
Had turned my darkest nights to day,
And rescued me from wallowing despair.
This wild orchid, full in bloom,
That greets the morn without a care,
And those who deign to wander near, are by her noxious spell ensnared,
Left to burn with unrequited flame.
But then before my very eyes her visage starts to fade,
The portrait of this lovely bird,
That calmed my restless heart, now flown away.
And leaving me this empty nest,
This empty shell of dying flesh,
Alone to wander misty shores, no quaff to ease my sullenness,
The ardent hopes and fervent dreams, of love fulfilled, now dispossessed,
My heartbeat stilled upon that bitter day.