I gift thee my poisonous creed.
That when I lie in my bed at night.
I want in thou plant my seed.
Dance for me, erratic sprite!

I put my darkness in the light
for it promises eternal pleasure
our close bond despite
your soul is what I treasure

If a humble man could pay the gods
to cut what is so loathsome
then we could love, against all odds
and I would not be lonesome

But dare I even whisper
that you are my sister