Treacherous, Dreary Soul Poem by Ankoku Gekido

I love her so
My Mexican Hoe
Though seith she not
For love is blind
She sees no love
In the wretched world
And twisted her soul
Hath thou not?
A treacherous road
To the love of my soul
And treacherous not
The beauty so full
Graceful and cold
The love of my soul
The treacherous road
To the wretched soul
Of this gracious beautiful hoe.
Friend of the bowl
And lover of the cold
Treacherous souls
Yet seith me not
And my weary heart grows dreary
And cometh the death
Of my weary
Dreary
Treacherous
Soul.