This love this one love sinful is her crime,
Our bed sheets were shaken without thy presence.
She is now the repulsive,rasping tongue of a snake in my minds eye,
Evil and shrewdness does this represent.
Yet she mocks my anger with her enjoyment,
Thus fills my mind with shrilling shrieks.
Watching the serpent arouse her new charmer,
The charmers' melody distorted within thine soul.
This crime of adultery must not be repented,
Thy plan is flawless thy plan is discrete.
Reaching at a point abstract with insanity and the mind of a genius, Chuckling, shrieking, and weeping are these arranged emotions.
Waiting at the moment of least expectant,
In the serpents bed chambers the quarrel will detonate.
Waiting in the town the drawbridge has lifted,
Time of prayer.
In her room staring at her once beautiful face,
"pray well my love .
Good rest well needed,
Once my love now my nemesis.
Kiss farewell my love."
"Tis thee i love!"
Silence,
Silence.
