The Tempter’s Gift
by Jonas Hyde
My soul is trapped in this darkness alone,
claimed merely a breath ‘pon being due.
The night mare led the carriage of my damnation,
long ‘fore my nous could prepare,
offering no chance for my ain redemption.
Eternal pain I bear,
the skin of my sin.
Can one feel sorrow,
for I so frail,
I of no wickedness?
Innocence I swear as all fiends do,
tho’ purity is a vestige currently lost to me.
Now the Tempter holds my fate,
ne’ermore to be free,
by cause of quill and blood.
Had I known better,
not to trust his serpent’s tongue?
This soul I offered as barter,
for my summer of a thousand dreams,
dreams shared with you.
O’ love is it true,
can you hear the cries of my anguish?
The suffering I can survive,
but it is the thought of you knowing the fee,
which offers true torment e’erlasting.
Tho’ as love is my sin,
I find refuge that shalln’t e’er be purloined.
For the Tempter may lay claim to my soul,
but can ne’er pillage
the gift of my summer with you.
