Like The Organ's Pipe Poem by Iam notThou

Like the organ's pipe, her voice does inspire
Horrors and alure on trump'teer's sunrise
By the stringed tongues of the devil's choir
A demon should speak in maiden's disguise!
O, desirable maid of obscure night!
How does she respond to my desperate cry?
O, How she does sing of unhallowed plight!
Where twilight's mist is but broke by her eyes
For if she not wake, I dare not survive,
I shall follow to Hell, if love requires
What love of mine burns 'gainst God's great fire!
Tis He who has sin'd t'wards her, voice deprived!
Yet spell'd in silence, none is as sincere,
As one lover's poem, that's unheard by ears.