If in another world you so lov'd me, Does this lend you enough excuse for you, To spew from your fangs such long prepar'd dew, To make me dazzle in a dizzy spree? You don't need to tell me why you did it. I can guess there's a reason for any fit, Of your progressively violent hate, For I know too well it's just due to fate. You certainly lov'd me in the other world, But that only made you even more bold. You knew I'd never betray a friend, That helps you to go for your funny end. Perhaps betrayal is more than it seems. Perhaps it can fulfill more that it deems.