A Woman Scorned

A tricky heart indeed is beguiled like leaping from the pan into the fire, if you have smiled at your mistress so fair, hiding her to avoid your guilt and despair. Heaven itself cannot hold the tempestuous winds a woman can render quite well, but you can just bet there is no such rage yet felt, down in the pit's of hell. You best pack your bags and chase the most distant star, for the alphabet holds no words in it, you could possibly cry out to avoid a woman scorned-venom.