Lady, dark, dangerous, and daring,
With that sweet countenance you’re wearing,
I’d sooner have you locked inside my heart,
Than outside of its walls despairing

And our love would be the finest art,
Built of glass pane and crystal part,
Lovely by the day, enchanted by the night,
Born of a sly, serene, and secret start

Then in a wicked star of blinding white,
Fate would free our fiery passions to ignite,
And sea-strewn boats would lose their way of wander,
As our dawn eclipsed their map of starlight

Though our hearts would grow naught but fonder,
Another force would be swelling yonder,
Of course in our lover’s ecstasy,
We would hardly stop to ponder

The sudden stillness of the sea,
The absence of the wind within a tree,
Thick horizon thundercloud heads rearing,
And air growing stale and hard to breathe

So we would miss the calm before the storm appearing,
Never expect the enemy we ought be fearing,
And though our foe is not like to sport disguise,
We will never sense the danger nearing,

So it will be to our absolute surprise,
When they come charging with chaos in their eyes,
And the glass we so loved at first,
Will reveal itself our ultimate demise

For any arrow that comes flying in headfirst,
Will surely leave our crystal shattered and dispersed,
And as we fall in agony and anguish,
Our enemies shall satisfy their vengeful thirst

Yet if life requires I relinquish,
Our crystalline vitreous bliss,
Spare me that fate and give me this-
Your doomed, dark, and dangerous kiss