The Eerie Bliss and Torture (of Solitude)

For on and in they spread her wide

That seraph bride

The Devil's pride

Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise

But they would writhe

For my dark eye

Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai's

On Esther's reign

And in this vein

I saw their lust still stain her thighs

Their cries

Have paralysed

And the smoke has choked these vistas

But still I lie

Though tears have died

On the grave of my Clarissa

Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes

Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches

A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry:

I was:

No dark knight, breaking men like ice

I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over

Lipped with blood and last goodbyes!