How Fretful, how restless is the presence of a man
How Cruel his Stings are
His touch like a venom killing the whole body
How dangerous are his deceits
How false are his Words

From his hands he giveth the Sorrow of Time
He takes her in his arms and lifts her into his mood
Her Helplessness,His Uncontrolling Desire

He taketh off all he has
He takes away her Pride in his Desires
He laughs at her Impuissance
He comes on her as aLion attacks it Prey

His Sweat all over
She then awakens
Feeling Different, Looking everywhere all around her with her eyes
Touches herself and then blood in her hands

Seeing him close to her, her voice echoes
The Whole...