And there on this night
Strung up in my sight,
Naked she sways,
Displayed for their vulgar delight!

I scream through my bars at the stars
That for these crimes of mine solace me!
"I will fear not the flames
That to passion are tame,
Not nearly the same searing pain,
(I pray.....I pray)
As held sway upon losing her!!"

Nor the mettle of roars
That will settle like ashes and scores
As with our ghosts in the fog,
When we both turn no more!