One of Beauty's Daughters

Your name will walk the years of shame Your hands, my face, the look, the taste To gaze how fondly on thy beautiful face To fold thee in my great arms, my dark embrace In my arms I comforted her, and she looked up at me Weep did she and tried to escape. My mind she did read. I held her face in my hands and winked my eye Whispering into her ear "now your mine" Her eyes, her cries, my thoughts, she dies Walk away, she can try, and if she does, she dies.