Lorelei

Faerie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a facade?

A serenade sirened to lure, zounds, not to court me?

A maenad, yet the sweetest colleen

Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine

Lorelei

A poet of tragedies (scribe I lauds to death)

Yet who the hell was I to dare? (Lorelei)

Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?

Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? (Scribe I lauds do death)

Daedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade

For all years a damndest and drieghed accolade

Caused for all eyes mazed to behold a mêlée

In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet

The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire

Bellowed bidingly by my heart's quailing quire

Lorelei

A poet of tragedies (scribe I lauds to death)

Yet who the hell was I to dare? (Lorelei)

Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?

Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? (Scribe I lauds to death)

Perchance author I thee this ikoned apologue for aught

Doth the wecht burthen thee? Then bethink thine afterthought

'Tween aether and nether art thou the peerless phoenix

Prithee, darlingmost, court me rather than the peevish prolix

Lorelei

A poet of tragedies (scribe I lauds to death)

Yet who the hell was I to dare? (Lorelei)

Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?

Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? (Scribe I lauds to death)

Lorelei

A poet of tragedies (scribe I lauds to death)

Yet who the hell was I to dare? (Lorelei)

Canst thou not see thou to me needful art?

Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is? (Scribe I lauds to death)

Lorelei

Lorelei

Lorelei

Lorelei