Bemuse, my muse.

Lay down soft with those hazel eyes,

Darling beauty, darling true,

And let me paint you like the skies,

For my tainted brush sees none but you.

Violet red and indigo blue,

In different lights of different moons,

All forms of your beauty in different hue,

Engrave my heart with words I do swoon.

Exorcise my demons, battle my sin,

Conquer my mind with glances you infuse,

Your treacherous words nourish my corrupted skin,

And heed my thoughts of tireless abuse.

Darling beauty, darling of mine,

With your heavenly breath of death and sky,

Paint me under a million stars as they do shine,

And sing a sweet tune of my eternal lullaby.

Feed me shelter from those angelic lips,

And encourage calloused hands to portray your fortuitous glory,

Drink my command and pose under an auspicious eclipse,

So I may draw you with my own, fingertips most unworthy.

Sing me a tune of disobedience and pain,

And your eyes will alight with ghastly fire,

For you are my own warming sun and drizzling rain,

And inconstant weather you bring my mind to inspire.

Devil by day, Angel by night,

Wings with wind of impenetrable duress,

Under pale moonlight and flickering stars,

You become my unyielding Goddess.

Sweetheart of wonder with tears of wine,

That tempts my heart with love I diffuse,

Below light of night, grace my lustreless shrine,

And succumb to become, my adored swain, my beloved muse.