The agate has come blindly from the shores
On which the diamond's fly acquired descent;
Can love be matched, by woe-inspired chores
With greed or hate or lust unduly spent?

Seek kinship in your fangs of heat and cold
To breach the trust with fraudulent intent;
Dig deeper caves in stocks of fragile gold
To find the purity of her embraced consent.

See foulness with fairness intertwined
Inside the gloomy promise of your heart;
Remind her - friends won't stab her from behind,
For enemies do will to spare this part.

Prepare your bride to the betrayal; as she dies
Her faith will bleed and stain your moon-lit eyes.