Lust and seduction have fled, and they will not return until midnight.
It is morning; the sun is shining, and dew tears. O, such lamentation.

The gates have been shut and padlocked; even the eunuchs slumber,
While I wait for protection from evil‘s intent leer. O, such lamentation.

I will not leave until I extract what I have come for; you must submit.
At the gate, I shall stand, until beckoned, appear. O, such lamentation.

Gods cannot bear how much I love you, and punishment is gruesome.
The covenant was broken, not forgiven the fare. O, such lamentation.

The bottle of absinthe lies empty; its damage done; the pipe is hollow.
Still, I am scorned, and through your window peer. O, such lamentation.

Look, the opium; your friend has absconded and taken morphine along.
We are quite awake, without mirrors; still not near. O, such lamentation.

The best hues of purple, indigo, crimson; and glitters of gold adorn you.
No permission to enter, to touch; forbidden, dear. O, such lamentation.

I, here on the floor, while feathers, candied silk, satin hold and serenade
Your body; yet, no indulgence; I may only stare. O, such lamentation.

A dungeon has been architected in Elysium to dwell. Will you come?
Our shrine awaits. Why do you ponder and sneer? O, such lamentation.