Theatre Of Tragedy

Faerie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a fatade;
A serenade siren'd 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?
Daedally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade –
Caus'd for all eyes mazTd to behold a mOlTe;
In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet: