Orpheus & Eurydice 

The two are tangled in the web

The web that we call love

The two walk by the riverbed

The bed that lies above 

The two are bounded by the deal

The deal the devil makes

The two lock lips and form the seal

The seal of lover’s fates 

The two have walked where angels trot 

The angels of the dead

The two are lost and face distraught 

The face of hurt and dread. 

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