A sweet glow follows his every glance,
My seductive love heats the land.
While we spin around enjoyuing the dance,
My love travels the world holding my hand.
Bringing cheer to fauna and flora,
My love is the keeping of Apollo.
In spite of my love's seething aura
My person goes cold and he expects me to follow.
Alas, all good things must come to an end
As we surround ourselves in Apollo's wake.
Light and warmth slip in the devil's frozen blend;
Ice Crystals shelter flora, as fauna sleeps in dark ache.
With this memory of sweet sensation,
It is hard to accept such a condemnation