Her lips are pretty like the rind of autumn Cursed with seductive lures, Eyes of pleasurable doom Comfy retinas gulp all presented in sumptuous vague Abandoning cognition beneath the cave's damp nostrils, in company of fleeing vanity She is the sweet lie whose adventure bites the dust at its sweetest And like a sneeze; a jolting wake to the compulsory knock on the partition Staring into the eyes of the bitter truth, leading the hike upon the dark mystical alley of eternity