Stolen Waters

deep into another’s well he falls head arms and all into a hellish hole

slaying mighty men in their prime catching them with a wink

flattering tongue smoother than oil lips dripping like the honey comb

assuaging their thirst greedily sliding deep into oblivion 
men descend whirling in the mire of death

sweet for the moment are stolen waters
writhing and crawling sliming creatures take their toll in the chambers of pleasure

ravished by beauty subdued and spent another kisses the dust