Lorelei

Ferie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade
A serenade siren'd to lure - Zounds! not to court me?
A menad, yet the sweetest colleen
Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.

Lorelei
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Dedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade
Caus'd for all eyes mazed to behold a mêlee
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet
The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire
Bellow'd bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.

Lorelei
A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death
Yet who the hell was I to dare?
Lorelei
Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?
Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?

Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught
Doth the wecht burthen thee?, then bethink thine afterthought
'Tween Aether and 'Nether art thou the peerless phoenix
Prithee, darlingmost! - court me rather than the peevish prolix.