Bring Forth Ye Shadow

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?