Beware the Empress of Desire
to whom like moths men bend their wings;
dark temptress for whose ice cold fire
they burn – the fate desire brings.

Ensorcelled happily they slave
to do whatever she may ask,
to grant her ev’ry wish and crave
only that she take them to task.

Ulysses knew her siren song
and he too thrilled to its demand;
writhing restrained by lashings strong
that man’s man too became unmanned.

Bespelled the poet has no choice
Except to give her beauty voice.