Claude Frollo

For I pry my damnest Her legs of an oyster For they do not give way Thy lacking in moisture This night of great troubles It pains me so My loins are aching Her pearls glow A beauty to behold Her spirit roam free I have created her cage A fear she will never love me To control her is to have her An immature thought And that I believed These urges I have fought In her presence I seethe Thy rage boils over I'm loosing my control As well as my composure I feel her in my soul My body aches with words unheard For I cannot help it This fire, it burns