In the desolate valley of ashes,
Where my morose rotting corpse was once laid,
Along the mortal peril and lashes,
To once cheer was present that now has fade.

I knew him within his darkest secrets,
Gallant bravery and grandiloquence;
Along women's ghastly hearts leaving frets,
Reaping none but wonder for his essence.

I yearn for your powerful connection,
Including shunning all things pernicious.
I only long for your dear affection,
For, I've loved you whilst being cautious.

You might have thought I am a deceiver,
Luring your dear heart to a false lover.