Time is an abyss
Profound as a thousand nights
I sojourn my haste, I make respites
For what availeth this eager pace?
One step more naught to face
Save the heirloom fatal kiss
I rave no more 'gainst time or fate
For lo! My own shall ne'er come to me
Yet, who doth my future narrate?
Dim the lights I cannot see
Bring forth ye Shadow
With whom danceth thou?
Time hath stopp'd
Yet for others ne'er halteth
For me the Pages of Life do not turn
Lo, on the funeral pyre they burn
The oh so eathing Velvet Darkness they fear
Heed wherefore delve a burrow
When in my arms, O, come here?
I say, elsewhither is naught but sorrow
For what deemest thou so dear thy blood
When through my veins it could flood?
Bide to merry-make me unaptly
And hence grant me the fell gift
The gift of passing on the dark trick
'Tis such a brazen act of erotic
Trifle for thee, yet for me grandly thrift
Oh, such an innocence depriv'd so hastily
Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
When through my veins it will flood?
When through my veins it will flood?
Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
When through my veins it will flood?
When through my veins it will flood?
