The brightest moon pulls the shameless night,
Ignites the eyes and starts the fight.
The worst torture or a sweet embrace,
Playing his game, a battle of hearts and fate.

With mild whispers,
He tempts, he teases
With gentle touches,
He plays, he pleases

That hell-fire burns heart and binds soul,
Chokes and tames her on its bed of thorns.
The demon's love makes her blind and fraught,
Undresses her with his evil songs.