The Wanton Maiden

Loathsome melancholy.
In haste she yielded to her discontent lover,
A wanton maiden in this deceiving night.
Now full of an idle curse.

Every villain drunk merry with poison,
The night made long with drunken pleasures.
She stayed away, cursed him through her tears.
Forgotten now she was conquered.

Hereafter, nothing could tempt her to speak.
In silence her spirit slept the winter through.
Tears froze on her fluttering lashes,
Formed snowflakes on her icy cheeks.

Her room was cold and empty,
The windows thrown open to the beckoning winds.
The poison lay untouched by her side,
Death too vulgar a farewell.

His knock on the door went unanswered.
She closed her ears to his pleas.
She cradled her swollen belly and wept,
Knowing love was but a perilous torment.