forbidden

Your eyes lure me, but your words deceive me
that is what I am obliged to believe
and I allow you to chase me the distance, alone
for I deceive you too; I will not be conquered, I will not be won
I will not be your trophy, only to lose it's shine
and sit forgotten amongst the rest
I taunt you, and I run with my value.
Lux shines brightly, she calls your name
calling, calling, luring, luring...
Follow her into the Arcadia, you foolish satyr
captivated by the hunger of her sweet poison
she pulls you in like strong magnet,
her scent of promised ardor.
There's a fear blistering beneath her skin,
with vigor like mercury.
your siren deals the cards, while hiding behind mask
as beast of prey.
Spreads three from the deck:
past is mere the maid of present,
and future vague, abstract.
It's only most wisely of you not to allow Lucifer to flicker out
spare yourself the chase and catch her,
before she falls down below the moon.

She is nothing more but a terrified girl
attempting to bewitch with song
and hiding from a most divine creature,
you.