In the cruel garrison of affection If worth of lore is true You know the face of a temptress Pit Viper A witch or enchantress Pit Viper With the malign venom of conceit She tries Civil men Conceal fear Misgivings When night entreats them A greater chill sustains Stains her Darkness Shall not inhibit death blow Know this skin does not restrict her Tear and shed the coil Fall of garland leaves Below the soil.
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