I lay alone this awful night

Terrified and gripped with fright

Her words they reach my darkened cave

She speaks to me of gore and grave

The distant flickering of flame

Willed by voice of mine to blame

A step the sands covered in prints

Matchlock and blade in shining glints

All turns red with stain of blood

We drown within the screams and mud

With knife pressed firmly to my neck

She breathes to me my prayer reject

The fire you feed will burn your flesh

She says to me that nothing’s left

My face she throws into the sand

Send regards to your Madame