obsequious to the orb she submits
to the ardor,

only to flounder affronted
by the eternal murk,

now impudent and gallant replete
to hazard the moat of icy waters she's erected

as a barricade, infested by corrupt serpents
stocked to protect the id;

begetter of folly,

whence those erstwhile passions
engendered their bedraggled demons.

ay me and mine, 'tis none
less lascivious

nor savory