To her wishes yes is the response,
Rushing to where she wants me,
To my asking, always the say, I shall see,
Do I to deserve her have no chance?

In my quest, I am her prey to pounce
And to him, she is a buried pearl in damsels sea
Wildly she bit my hand O poor me
On his hand, her lips yet to dance


Ares always he was, Hephaestus was I
Their story in my bed exposed by my net,
Hardly I tried, hopefully doth she regret,

Cursed who chose her, destined to die,
To my gloomy heart hath not she ever fit?
But try if thou dare, she will be thy pit.