Theatre Of Tragedy - 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, O! Such An Innocence Depriv'd So Hastily - Alas, For What Deemest Thou So Dear Thy Blood When Through My Veins It Will Flood
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