Sonnet of the Moon: Avalon

I watch the way you dance to the drumbeat
Your fluid motions brings forth artistry
You twirl and flip with much alacrity
Avalon, your passion is a rare treat
I bring you gifts like gold and silk dresses
Your goddess appearence have brought me peace
In bed, we both will join and thus release
O your sultry voice! How it caresses
Beautiful girl with a killer's anger
You wish to kill men and their dark treasure
You LIke to see me squirm under pressure
I hate to see us both in great danger
I call you my own, my love, my princess
Yet Avalon, you decline my kisses