I saw the draw of the arrow from the corner of my eye
Suddenly I was stricken by the aim of a divine
It filled my skin with periwinkle and blush

A whisper...
Is it you?
Or some wicked trick
A vision of Dolos?

It no longer mattered
For I had tasted the fruit of the vine
The knowledge was now mine
It flooded my lobes with carnal warmth
Like a strong tonic
It left me perspirating and dripping with desire
I furrowed my brow
So as to see you clearly

I want to see you in the round and complete
Dissect your soul and steady myself in your flaws
Looking for some assurance that you are fixed to this world

How can I be sure?
I have heard tales of angels with the desires of men
Leading them by the chin with the tips of their fingers
To a watery whirlwind of peril