Dark is the night,
I stand before you.
Loneliness gone,
conscience my only shield.
In silent whispers I implore you,
yet, knowing in my heart,
that soon to you I'll yield.
My heart is wildly pounding,
my hair -- a lion's mane.
The passion in my veins and temples
loud resounding,
echoing the sea,
wild,
untamed,
and insane . . .

                          --Tatiana Guliaeff