in the cruel garrison of affection
if worth of lore is true
you know the face of a temptress

pit viper

a witch or enchantress

pit viper

with the malign venom of conceit

she tries
civil men
conceal fear

misgivings
when night entreats them
a greater chill sustains

stains her
darkness
shall not inhibit death blow


know this skin does not restrict her
tear and shed the coil

fall of garland leaves
below the soil