PIT VIPER (Gustafson/Merchant) In the cruel garrison of affection If

worth of lore is true You know the face of a temptress Pit Viper A

witch or enchantress Pit Viper With the malign venom of conceit She

tries Civil men Conceal fear Misgivings When night entreats them A

greater chill sustains Stains her Darkness Shall not inhibit death

blow Know this skin does not restrict her Tear and shed the coil Fall

of garland leaves Below the soil.