What it Takes

"There I was, 'twas there I be
to lie in wait, I chaste for thee
to satisfy, to pay your fee
And eschew your firm despair,"


Three movements swift
and scorns unfurl,
from deep within
the victim roars
unhallowed pleas
"Thee end thyself right there,"


A cri de cœur
is mute to her,
So with duty done
the day is won,
And love can fill the air.