Jaded heart but softly weeps,
Beauteous love ever-after sleeps.
A travesty unfolds within the night,
No hero found to unease the plight.
Awaken not the fickle dragon’s scorn,
For she is pain incarnate reborn.
A treasure greedily secured,
Within the heart’s border obscured.
Come not with sword drawn,
Passion's embers art forgone.
Within the forlorn jaded heart,
Imprisoned is the tender part.
Forged with rod-iron steel,
At bay, thou canna feel.
Fire and brimstone secures the keep,
Jaded heart but softly weeps.