Heart's Distress

Upon an evening's heart distress I bereaved the lass of palm caress Of all the consolation sought Nil dare allay that which death wrought Amidst my ponders of seclusion Logic's veiled of dolor intrusion My psyche the Tempter left unbought For he can't soothe the death woe fraught Is there dining in Valhalla's Hall for he who is slain by loveless thrall? Do Hercule's hands possess zeal to loose me of my heart's bastille? Alas, our destinies coincide I'll meet thee anew in suicide In thou unforgotten appeal I slay my throe in life repeal