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