I was your temple-worship Hand me down. A temptress in a cave found shivering Reciting lines from Indian gods. Calling silly sounds from mouths of fire. I went grave digging for jewels To replace your haunted eyes. No, you didn't know it But I was your murdering princess Killing what was left of love and memory And you, a love-killer prodigy all worry stricken lightning eyed, cried for her threads to be torn, Kneeling and bleeding to death.