A spell is bound as moonlight strikes your hair,
An effervescent beam has intertwined.
Your beauty grasps my everlasting stare,
Control no longer now will ever bind.

As skin of silk does brace your supple frame,
Evoking pleasures which I've never known.
Your soul's inviting mine to play the game,
I offer you a place upon a throne.

And now no man shall stroke your auburn locks,
I'll bury you beneath the golden sand.
A token I will stash inside a box,
What must be done is forced upon my hand.

Your lips still beautiful in shades of blue,
As moonlight bids your life a foul adieu.