The first woman my first love.
She has brown hair and brown eyes
For her, my heart is the prize
Of her passion play
She consumes my thoughts -
More with each passing day.
I am lost without her
I would follow her far and near
She is mine forever more.
And I am hers -
Her absence is my greatest fear.
My fear brought to life -
By the second woman - the purveyor
Of my godless licentiousness.
She has blue eyes and hair of burgundy.
Her motives are ruinous; She enters my life
By accident; by mistake;
I am divided by the succubus whore
Deluded by her promises and lies
Falling for it is an act of mutiny
And a testament to carelessness.
Behind the disguise
The other woman is a demoness; twisted by black and empty
hearted, self-serving misanthropy
By divine grace, I am saved; spared.
The succubus is cast away
The love and desire of my heart standing beside me
So I say to her
Stay forever near
To lose you again is something I cannot bear.