With the evil ice of his freezing heart.
“Helena, Helena, mouth of wine,
Two more days for your sun to shine!
Helena, Helena, mouth of musk.
Two more days and I make you dusk.
Two more nights on your silky bed,
And your lover over it, bloody and dead,
And your body broken as I break bread!”
His lips are writhing, sucking and cold,
His hands are twitching like trees grown old,