I have been branded
It is a mark not of the body,
but a stain upon the soul.
There it may be seen by all.

Each night I long for sleep.
The Sandman will not come.
Even he will give me no peace.
I do not deserve it.

I have betrayed that good woman,
and now she will not have me.
My father, My mother, my friends of old.
I am scorned by all.

I sold it all, for a night of lust.
Now the night is all I know.
So I withdraw from this world,
forever to walk alone in the dark.

I am treacherous.
They call me Judas.

I have been scared
It is no mark of the flesh,
but a stain upon the heart.
There it may be seen by all.

Each day I long for love,
Cupid will not have me.
From him I shall have no heart.
I do not deserve it.

I forsaken that man who cared,
and now he shall not have me.
My father, My mother, my friends of old.
None shall gaze upon me.

I sold it all, in the fires of passion.
Now only the smoke remains.
So I shall detach from this world,
forever to wander in the fog of my smoke.

I am unchaste.
They call me Jezebel.

I am alone now, in the dark.
The cold slowly envelopes me.
On the wind comes the sent of smoke.
Though the darkness I see a light

I am alone now, beside the fire.
The flames do not warm my heart.
On the wind come the sound of footsteps.
Thought the smoke I see a shape.

She has nothing to offer,
but the fire, and the sound of her voice.
He has nothing to give,
but his company and a shoulder to cry upon.

We have been marked,
Branded upon our hearts and souls.
I see it in her eyes.
I see it in his smile.

At last we drifted off to sleep.
The Sandman came to us, with Cupid at his side.
In the dream the smoke withdrew,
and the sun shown forth on the life that was to be.

We are loved.
She calls me husband.
He calls me wife.