Tonight I curse the fire in my veins
That damns me to a life in passion’s wake;
As liars wander freely, earnest chains
Affix me to a heart I’d soon forsake.
If I should be as they, what vapid fear
Should find me in my sleep, or pain entice
Me from pursuit of pleasure to revere
As only love demands – and know the price.
Beneath the sword of Damocles is life
Bestowed a noble glory in defeat;
And thus we choose the path beset with strife –
In our devotion, we are made complete.
Though spiteful whims of sorrow may deny
My dearest dreams, the flame will never die.