Before, behind, my wily tail
Doth tread quickly Summer’s delight.
My spectre dreams of Sun’s unveil,
Thy mirth dissuades Pluto’s foul might.
With face locked straight, I step upward.
Thy ardent breath doth thaw my neck.
I cry to glimpse Heaven’s best chord
Yet iron words wage war to check
three Fate’s decree. Anon, Hades!
Pray steal away my bride thought be
Ere brew a bitter hole for jest
Reverse thy nature quick, no less
Instinct ousts sense, her life recedes
I scream for Death’s derisive peace.