Master Maze [French translation]

His smile fair as spring, as towards him he draws you

His tongue sharp and silvery, as he implores you

Your wishes he grants, as he swears to adore you

Gold, silver, jewels – he lays riches before you

Dues need be repaid, and he will come for you

All to reclaim, no smile to console you

He’ll snare you in bonds, eyes glowing’, a fire

To gore and torment you, till the stars expire