I was charmed, my dark lord,
By your armor, by your sword.
Your need to always be armed
Caught my fancy, had me disarmed.
I was much taken by your unsmiling face:
It had no expression that I could trace.
Swept away by your mystery
Long I wondered about your history.
And was rewarded by the few times you let me peek
Beneath the thick layers of reserve you keep.
But divining the beauty of your soul: so stark!
Has left forever on my heart your indelible mark.