I am the helpless, wingéd fly whose thirst
For nectar draws me close to your steel cell
Where once imprisoned, death drapes me; the first
I’m not to fall before your binding spell.
For many men in vain your kiss pursued
But sadly, your false kiss bore life’s mishap
With slumberous poison in your chasms brewed
You marred their hearts for you’re the Venus trap,
The beast whose luring nectars lovers draw,
Tormentor whose first weapon is your sweets,
Whose second is the power of your jaw,
And all the poison that your heart secretes!
    Of your dark deeds, to others, I’ll impart
    So they won’t be allured to your black heart!