The Enchantress’s Gaze
A Verse From The Vampire’s Coffin
Silence yourself in her midst, still thy tongue.
She catches one’s eye with each look she lets pass
In her control, darkness rules the night young
But my heart’s mistress is what it sees last.
Don’t be afraid of how alluringly she spells,
Lest you find yourself entrapped within her tales
Her sweet and dear recall makes me its captive,
But all is not well if you listen to what that femme fatale entails.
The way we resist someone’s beauty is impossible to understand when she calls to us in the most appealing and innocent manner.
How do we avoid what has already been predetermined by destiny when love burns in her eyes eternally?
But stand where thou art O heart!
Thou canst not but stay close to her because there is delight mingled with terror whenever she is nigh.
O eyes that mine have loved! Your comfort lies only within her look.
