Mad, Mad Future

If she that worked with stains of red,

specks all speckled on her head

did blow the leaves for me to find

to fill with lust the heart and mind.

If she who toys with limbs and veins

approaches me with locks and chains,

immersed in sweat these hands would be

as she'd demand eternity.

Two bands of gold the world would weigh

and night would burn and turn to day;

I'd gain it all and lose my life

if she who calls became my wife

The End

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