The Tigress

When the labour of the day’s done

When greying moon on her journey has begun,

I lose myself in a trance

The prowling tigress in me eager to prance!

In search of you, my love,

In the depths of a bleeding heart,

A snarl, a groan, the tigress

Lost in the woods of time!

Her heart speaks a language unknown

To him, of love and a life,

And forever she roared a deathly roar

In such pain that no heart did ever soar!