seared by that hidden fire that adultery kept feeding consumed with longing feverish with desire it s now she said now opened up the widow inhaled the cold air let the heavy mass of her steam down to the wind and as she gazed at the stars she wished she were loved loved by a prince time has come she can t go on it s now or it s the death of her too much for one lifetime but not enough for now she was dead i saw her face her eyes in a guilded cage too much for one lifetime her lust for love was a crime