In the cruel garrison of affection If worth of lore is true You know the face of a temptress Pit Viper A witch or enchantress Pit Viper With the malign venom of conceit She tries civil men Conceal fear misgivings When night entreats them A greater chill sustains Stains her darkness Shall not inhibit d**h blow Know this skin does not restrict her Tear and shed the coil Fall of garland leaves below the soil