albeit behind the eyes thou hast
a flame enshroudéd in its blackness;
burning without the faintest breeze.
teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore
thou by such angst mark'd art?!
my eyes hold the eventide,
thro' which I 'hold naught else
but the raven;
sleep my dearest ones -
mind not the palling velvet darkness
wherefore is here loneliness?;
infinite hollowness
in which my thoughts echo,
to the shadows i whisper -
with the shadows i waltz -
bear me; i am not the plague,
altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?!
dance no longer with the shadows,
dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard;
dance with me the mephisto waltz.
wedlock 'twixt day and night -
offer me relief fro the sunrays.
dare not naysaying my grant;
vanish with me abaft the unlight! -
o! the taste on thine lips;
a trickling deep red love -
everlasting lightheartédness -
a kiss for thee my dear.
ah! such delight i sense:
savour the bitter grapes of life!
eternally and ne'erendingly;
a soulsister of thine i am.
let me openly greet thy kiss;
the most loving and caring bites.
grant me thineself!,
i bore the woe in my heart,
my heart was shatter'd into its tithe,
save yet are its chambers in flood.
as i depart embrace me,
and in paltry time will i re-awake -
i love thee.
