My dark depraved angel, black comet through time.
It seems inadequate to run from Your charm.
Your voice sounds in brain like mind-drugging alarm,
Sweet notes of exotic and ravishing rhyme.
It poisons my nature, strange wishes appear.
There's something in You that stucks deep in my mind,
It crawls, it enmeshes; soul tries to wind,
Escape from dark rapture, voluptuous fear.
However, it can't get released from this gin,
From each siren song that's leading astray.
Incubus of music, sweet line on the way,
Prince of the adoring Your sight and each scene.