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
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