With hair the color of midnight,
She came to me when I was in mourning.
I knew that her being was not right
but I could not resist my yearning.
With eyes like emeralds burning with desire,
She looked deep into my heart full of pain.
I knew then that my soul could never quench her fire
And only the memories of happiness would be my bane.
With skin like silk underneath a pale moon,
She touched my cheek where tears once rolled down.
I knew that there was truth in that ancient tune
Where even a fool was known to wear a king's crown.
With lips like strawberries moistened with cream,
She spoke my name from an age long since forgotten.
I knew then that my life was only a dream
And Death came to me because I could never win.