"...a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!"
— from 'Kubla Khan' (1816) by S. T. Coleridge 

A spell of divorce and dissolution

He told no truth.
He told it slant.
He touched me then, 
But now he shan't.
Farewell fore'er —
It's time to go.
Let flames infernal
Burn him so.

He killed me once.
He killed me twice.
So now his soul
Must pay the price.
This final pin that pricks his Doll
Fulfills my greatest Sacrifice.