The fire roars,
It crackles and spits
In the great hall of Temptation
I delve inside to drown my grief

The walls radiant,
The tapestry fresh painted
The carpets emanate warmth
A lure for all my senses

Feasts of fantasy
Atop the tables are lain
The smell of milk and honey
Much inviting to taste

But I dare venture no further
Lest I forget
The oaths I swore to Sorrow
Return with haunting regrets

So I turn away
In hastened retreat
**** all sweet desire
For love that cut so deep

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