I sing, with ardor most profound, Of weapons fierce, by gods bequeathed, Where danger cloaked in beauty's guise Abides in deadly bounty: Thighs! No ordinary mortal's limbs, But sinewy cords, Olympian gifts, Their alabaster hue conceals The force that earthly doom reveals. Oh, shapely stalks, beguiling kiss Entwined as serpents, deadly bliss, A vice that clasps, engulfs, ensnares, Desire and fear in thread-like wares. As if a corset-wrapped embrace Of bone and flesh, intertwined grace, Whence passion speaks in crushing squeeze, And life dispelled as gasps appease. Siren call that leads to doom, These pillars serve as guillotunes, For in their grasp, the victims seek Release from life, throes erotic, bleak. Icarus would fain abide, Were not his torture to delude, Thighs that menace, supple snares of death, One prayer escapes his blanched breath. While Samson's girth is lost within The clutches of this fatal sin, Monoliths of strength give way, A felled behemoth oft does lay. With keen delight, I sing of dread, For Demiurgos weeps, his children lost, Unholy shrine in which to pray, My lyrics lambast, and alight in fray. Brave footmen, proud at arms, bewitch'd, Cry out in dreams, both pained and gilt, Quell their fire, leave hope bereft, Thighs that kill possess'd of devilish heft. These wands, limbs' enchanting spell, I sing, I cast, I furtively fell, This devil's gospel, melody wrought, An ode to deadly thighs I've brought.