Gweth!
You beauty of mine be vanquished
From you comes my ill luck
Through you men sought and vanished
My pride which I longed locked
You intellect of mine be drained
For you made me drunk with bravery
You beguiled me into a cage
Men used you as a weapon against my luxury
O heart of mine, cursed are you
For you are rotten and betraying
You murdered a spirit so good
A benign demeanor it was portraying
Rust in the stead of tears, toxic instead of breath
Oh death, oh death, embrace this girl, Gweth.