I stand to see what sleeps beside me. My husband, I still have yet to see. Is he the one whispering sweet nothings in my ear? Or the monster all but I seem to fear? I reach for the light to find his identity, I hesitate questioning my own destiny, Am I destined to **** my loyal spouse? He shares not his face, yet shares his house. Shaking the hypothetical thoughts away, Again my determination ends its sway. Turning I look upon his divine face Falling to my knees, I forget my grace. My husband is no serpent, no monster, Some divinity who deserves true honor. My trembling hands drop the sinful dagger, But my hands soon cause my world to shatter. My lighted lamp’s scorching oil Gives my sweet husband great toil. The liquid flows and burns his skin, And so it seems our trials begin. He wakes and flees my wretched state, As I seal our love into its dreadful fate.