
an unworldly fervor
more deeply rooted
than thought itself
Swim towards her in an excess of imagination
The enchantment of her strangeness
Dank thoughts to breed fancies
Little dark echoes slowly intense
Almost unnatural
So what do you think I think there
Is no end to what has been started
Unique of her kind may I see the day
No man can resist her
Sideways shadow
Those who her eye alighteth upon are straightaway filled with Desire, false Virtue is stripped from them and their souls swept in a shoal towards her all-enfolding Shadow.