Perfidious beeth the charm of death
When fools beguiled fall to a faerie’s breath.
If armor of a man beeth destroyed,
With certainty, the lust shall overtake
The eye to lustful nymphs who’ve planned and ployed
To batter thee with a temptation’s quake,
Erroneous in heart with err enjoyed.
“Be merry; dance, dance, dance with fueling fire!
Forget thy troubles: be they burn’d and toss’d
Beyond hindsight, beyond leaves’ green attire,
And bury all in smiles that gleam star-cross’d,
As endless dance wears on thee, and ne’er expire.”
Eternity befeasts to being ageless
That leaves, with vility, victims pageless.