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