Dedicated to my husband
My fingers sore from fighting, fainting so,
But never will I give this struggle up;
As long as I can point my faithful bow,
And sip the liquid life-force from my cup.
The curtain of the night is getting thin,
You look and sound so peaceful in your sleep;
I change my breast plate for a serpent skin,
And try my guilty joys concealed to keep.
And yet, I know, that in the morning light
On waking up, despite my earnest tries,
Youll see the traces of the restless night:
My pale complexion with the bloody eyes...
And then youll realize whats sad but true:
I cant resist the charm of Diablo II.