my eyes hold the eventide, -- albeit behind the eyes thou hast
thro' which I 'hold naught else -- a flame enshroudéd in its blackness;
but the raven; -- burning without the faintest breeze.
sleep my dearest ones - -- teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore
mind not the palling velvet darkness -- thou by such angst mark'd art?!
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?!
dare not naysaying my grant; -- dance no longer with the shadows,
vanish with me abaft the unlight! - -- dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard;
o! the taste on thine lips; -- dance with me the mephisto waltz.
a trickling deep red love - -- wedlock 'twixt day and night -
everlasting lightheartédness - -- offer me relief fro the sunrays.
a kiss for thee my dear.
ah! such delight i sense: -- eternally and ne'erendingly;
savour the bitter grapes of life! -- 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, -- as i depart embrace me,
save yet are its chambers in flood. -- and in paltry time will i re-awake -
-- i love thee
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