Crown and Horns

Once you suggested to me something quite dark
Your look was serious but pretended it was a lark
It would make you my queen, my goddess divine
Only I would be yours, but you wouldn’t be mine
“I thought it was funny,” you said when I said no
But looked disappointed I didn’t give you my soul
I wonder if it could have been better to say yes
It might have been heaven and hell more or less
If day and night I worshipped you down below
Would your horns become in my heart a halo?