Alas! In dying time of night,
By younger maiden hypnotized
The fire and lust within her sight,
Dressed in the robe of gold he stood
Demonically fine and wise
Beguiling Devil in the hood.

His look was pretty common, but
At her precocious seventeen
The girl felt something wrong about
The heady smells that filled the wood
Of shiny flowers that clothed the green,
Brought by the Devil to the hood.

He left without a breath in air
She thought it was at least so queer,
The pastor opens church and she,
She hastens for the morning prayer.

Still longing for his sweet embrace
In love, but fallen from the grace.