Once bitten, once cried, the heart braved
As she watches from a lonely window pane
Half-chicken crossed, to arms of the depraved
As virtue stood corroded on beautiful lovers’ lane
Love, a foolish art, or a folly-first science
Of what it is to blossom the courage bloom
A bittersweet spell inside her freed conscience
A woman moans, inside a secluded room
In the twilight between righteous and wrong
She lets him through the holey nut
In that moment all came ashore, in an oar’s prong
Moored was her heart, to love in glut
And so, a princess became Venus too soon,
Corset saw ground, flesh flew over the moon.
