Cruel slayer, darkest nights
The cold winds of November
Could not have frozen a heart as such
One sullen, merciless prayer
For vixens rule with coquetish eyes
And hearts they can set on fire
But with one strike, a cunning Delilah
Has stabbed a heart with treacherous desire
Once fancy dreams, are nightmare's real
And the cold rains won't stop pouring
For womenkind is a vile disease
With no cure nor a forewarning
Tread if you must, set chase to Diana
But beware her hunting arrow shot
Run as you might, take cover and hide
But your heart is never safe from this evil plot

I doesn't take much to crush a guy's heart into pulp sometimes. They can be such weak little fools... Damn! I so know I'm going to get a ear-full from someone later...