Still her stealing beauty stroke him
A splinter of the universe's assence
With all it's beauty and colours galore.
He could not resist sweet tamptation,
Even when he heard the gallows cry his name.
He gasped with passion, walking down that deadly aisle
Garlended with her salvating scent of desire.
Loving as he may, her screaming were unknown to his ears,
And the gallows left him nameless to rott.
Tommorow she'll waltz with another,
While you, you'll just be not.