With her arrival 
 Solitude escapes my veins
 Leaving me and insanity isolate

 Now I must reap what I have sown
 And she must pay what she owes

 Behind a mask of brazen contempt I watch 
 she thinks to impress me
 With this self-centred facade?
 I will smash her mirror of mists

 Although her dance of illusion
 Seduction
 Could sway me if weak I were
 I will remain here on her throne
 And wearing her crown
 I will stare her down

 Calculated and cold precision
 Though none as cold
 As I, this scalpel through flesh
 Through an eyeless, impassive gaze, pray witness -
 I am your god!

 Now you yield to me
 Whether with the meek or the dead
 Is a choice I leave to you

 The single choice is this -
 Kneel of your accord or you will be knelt!

 However many times you hear
 Of someone torn limb from limb
 You can muster cold serenity
 And however the words roll over you
 The sight will still rape your mind
 Those visions will forever greet her when eyes close
 She comes back to consciousness after a while
 And with a stammer of trepidation
 Requests the crucial enquiry - indeed, her last request
 (Why?)