The black trap and I
Doom’s huntress

We will return in a blaze
We will amaze and daze
And tell you it’s

A passing phase.
We will destroy
With love and flames

And outrageous curiosty.
And we will be.
And we will make you see.

It is a comedy of errors
Wherefore I bring my constant, raging
Terrors. It is a stage

And I, the fool, cuckolded
And emptied in the drain,
Crippled by the folly of

My over-stimulated brain.
I with my stinging arrows,
I with my astral fame

And the agression of my
Presumtuous star-sign,
When my planets all align.

Release the bow string without
A thought for pain
And take my name.