Once Bitten

Our love was born in gold, on mornings bathed in sun

And died in blackest red beneath the moon

I fought to keep my soul, but fate, it seems, has won.

We met deep in the woods, when spring had just begun

My heart was wholly yours by afternoon

Our love was born in gold, on mornings bathed in sun.

Alone before that day, companions had I none

With innocents I dared not to commune

I fought to keep my soul, but fate, it seems, has won.

But you were not afraid, my bold and loving one

You stripped my monster's heart of its cocoon

Our love was born in gold, on mornings bathed in sun.

Once dealt, you see, the bite can never be undone

There is no potion, spell, nor ancient rune

I fought to keep my soul, but fate, it seems, has won.

That night, you heeded not my pleas for you to run

And what remained of you was found bestrewn.

Our love was born in gold, on mornings bathed in sun

I fought to keep my soul, but fate, it seems, has won.