Cupid in Chains

He took hold on me,
Wrapped me in chains,
Fed her my heart,
Conquered me with his art,
Binding me to her,
Chaining my eyes to hers,
Pulling on my leash
And throwing me down.

Then I arose,
Whipped his wings into submission--
I showed him true beauty,
Beauty bound in drops of blood--
I forced him to look at the dolorous feet.
I chained Cupid's eyes to the cross;
And so chained, baptized his bow.
Set Cupid free through chains.