The part of yours not to believe
A woman's promise on full moon's eve
Is as a tear of rain from the sky
Where angel-like women ever fly
You'll find all maps warning from the demise
Of losing your path through woman's eyes
All men walk straight with eyes set above
"Indulge me, Christ, with such a love"

In festivals you'll find those who say
That not all witches are of old age and decay
These are the men that enchanted are
By spells of Eros by women far
To fight against it is like to fight
An owl's hunting during night
And men of wisdom warn and pray
"Love's not a toy, thus with love one mustn't play!"

When white soft skin of fingertips
Is stroking gently at thy lips
The heart shall scream with agony:
"The fearsome spell has taken me!"
The eyes are now looking into yours
The touch that both fire and ice endures
Will whisper in your ear that you too took the bate
You too were indulged, and now it is too late