Fool's folly

A stranger I met.
A snake in a net.
Gave me freedom.
I gave her te deum.

In the moment my soul was pure.
Carcer austere toleratur.
And the hate i endure,
Was gone for sure.

Her body like a goddess,
which I hated joyfully.
I undressed her bodice
and she reveald my folly.

Being of nothing i am.
Forbidden to feel why i am?
It is why torture is my mistress
and agony my lovely dance.