His sweet soul she stole,
Into the darkest depth of dark obsession;
Beyond where light consoles...
Where love's a derision unto depression.

He danced with death's desire,
Lost himself in paradise of her purgatory;
Daring to embrace her buring fire,
He breathed her as his life's only obligatory.

She became his sacred sacrilege;
Sweet death's symphony he can't dance without,
That offered him every privilege,
His craving wanted without an iota of doubt.

Seduction strummed his soul strings,
Streaming him to dangle into strangled snooze;
Him, she swung in soulful swings,
Swinging him into losing his life in her noose.