FORTRESS

Praise not thy fortress
High and of impenetrable redoubt,
Oh sweet, my fair elusive love.
For it shall surely crumble at thy feet
Before I surrender to thee thus bloody day.
Praise not thy warriors comely,
Thy archers keen of eye,
Thy chevaliers and knights of spotless virtue,
For they shall die upon my sword,
As shall any of thy hapless knaves
Who seeks to protect thee from my gaze.
Laugh not in scorn or pity as I ravage at thy fortress gates,
Though I stand this siege alone.
Oh, laugh not, my fair elusive love.
For amidst the falling petals of thy joy,
I shall surely take thee.