The Temptress

Upon checking the sun dial on his left wrist

He wondered if he was decomposing properly, 

As a wilted General's daughter encircled him

Singing unhappy tunes that begged destruction, 

'Enchant me not,' the fellow murmured

'But lead me into temptation instead,' 

Which she did happily, but not before

Anointing herself with the sacred oils of her ancestors