Orpheus

She sat alone in the oratory
spotting on grand rings of glory
but thats just the beginning of a story
a story i would feign soon tell

Now Orpheus played his lyre most lovely
but to her he played most smugly
never had a word to say
just his music he would play

to him her revulsion was directed
but her plan was thoroughly inspected
and no scheme could be detected
it failed and then was resurrected

his wine was laced with opium
his figs well, she brought me one
boosted up by a forceful lever
the world was changed forever