I Died, Shrank In Ecstasy Unregretful Poem by Mark Heathcote

You shall be my Lilliputian, maiden
I will be your self-styled emperor
At some point, I must kiss you.
Take all your retribution, poison laden.

But first, I will break you like a horse.
Bareback, saddle you on a new course,
Later, when you've broken my bridle
Outgrown my love, it'll be official.

My Lilliputian, maiden you played
My fiddle to the tune of the devil,
But in the making of that music virile
I died, shrank in ecstasy unregretful.