Arly

The shades would part their cloaks and ribs
For one caress from Arly,
Would tear their tongues and gnaw their lips
For one light taste of Arly,
Would swirl away and claw their eyes
For one bright glance from Arly,
Would smash their bridge into their brains
For one sweet scent of Arly,
The shades would welcome dark demise
For some irresisteble
          Sound or syllable;
One soft word from Arly.