A nightmare shade of purple.

[diabolus_animus]

A thousand martyrs I have made,
All sacrificed to my desire;
A thousand beauties have betrayed,
That languish in resistless fire.
The untamed heart to hand i brought,
And fixed the wild and wandering thought.

I never vowed or sighed in vain
But both, tho' false, were well recieved.
The fair are pleased to give us pain,
And what they wish is soon believed.
And tho i talked of wounds and smart,
Love's pleasures always touched my heart.

Alone the glory and the spoil
I always laughing bore away;
The triumphs, without pain or toil,
Without the hell, the heaven of joy.
And while i thus at random rove
Despised the fools that discard love.