My moon, shade your eyes.

Softly spoken, lightly touched.

Cast away your virginal gaze, lie low to not witness, not see, not speak.

My blissful prince, don't meet my eyes.

All I crave is to covet everything that's not mine.

Your silver soul fills my mind with rapturous greed.

Stolen valor shines the same.

Leave me to bind my wounds in vain.

Such hidden envy will be seen as all the same.

Whether reflex lies and binds a truth 

Your eyelids heavy, not to see, to look, to know, to loot.

Steal the riches in my mind.

Painted rocks is all you’ll find.

Why even now do you covet them so?

Just be dissatisfied and go.