Undone shall be i

My heart pounds wild, enraptured by your flame;

Can it be true—your smile a sovereign crown?

Its light ignites the shadows, calls your name,

Yet doubt still whispers: “Undone shall be I.”

Your eyes make even night submit to you;

False is your love? Torn anew, my eyes the thought.

My soul is bared, my blood beneath your writ—

Or are you cold, a stone that scorns the day?

O treacherous queen who walks the eve alone,

My veins pour offerings, crimson at your feet.

Deceitful Delilah, will you crush my self

And leave my shattered heart to bitter beat?

None shines so bright, yet terrors hold me fast;

Take me or leave, but I am yours at last.