One of Beauty's Daughters

Your name will walk the years of shame
Your hands, my face, the look, the tasteTo gaze how fondly on my beautiful face
To fold thee in my great arms, my dark embraceIn my arms I comforted her and she looked up at me
Weep she did and tried to escape, my mind she'd read
I held her face in my hands and winked my eye
Whispering into her ear, 'Now you are mine'Her eyes, her cries, my thoughts, she dies
Walk away, she can try, and if she does, lets you die