Muffled crack and melancholic air
Atop broken tiles beneath the tree
Rooted a vile mistress and my shattered lair
My lair repelled against me

Within layers, and layers of momentous skies
Two silhouettes scoffed with frowns
Liquid crystals pestered from my eyes
Their gleam mirrored the broken ground

A silken dress ran aback by the dark of night
Primus and Situla observed me shadowed me like light
I cried my pearly eyes, I loved and loved in vain
The melancholic wind, I swallowed he gave to me, was fain

A child! the mistress cried
Scurry and leave her behind!
My lair had planted his sinful seed
Within the mistress's womb, indeed
She intent to say to me, the Mademoiselle
Though the lair implored to never tell

My sweet, honey heart he broke
For many, many a year we haven't spoke
My lair coerced love on the mistress, they tell
Though he never stopped thinking of me, the Mademoiselle