Theatre Of Tragedy - ...a Distance There Is...

come In Out Of The Rain Thou Sayest -
But Thou Ne`er Stept`st Aside;
And I Am Trapp`d - A Distance There Is...
None, Save Me And The Bodkin - Pitter-patter On The Roof;
Behold! - `tis Not The Rain; Thence Me It Has To Be -
I Will Not Drink Thy Vintage Wine, My Dear;
Thou Hast Heed`d That I Am Of Innocence,
Yet Thou Let`st Thy Lass Into Peril -
Thou Let`st Me Be Parched;
My Heart Is Of Frailty, My Pale Skin Is Hued Damask.
When Thou Thy Tears Hast Hidden,
`come Back!` Thou Sayest - There I Soon Am To Be -
But How Am I To Run When My Bones, My Heart
Thou Hast Me Bereaft - But Run Thou Sayest;
I Run - And There And Then I Behold
That A Time Will Come When I Again Dead Will Be.
Thou Tell`st Me To Leave Without Delay -
I Leave With My Bodkin And My Tears In My Hands;
Lo! - The Shadows, The Sky - Descending;
So By A Dint Of Smite I Gait Ere I Run And Melt Together With Dusk.
In My Mind In Which Is This Event,
But It Seems As If Naught Is To Change Anyway?!
After All These Years Thou Left`st Me Down In The Emotional Depths -
The Sombre Soaked Velvet-drape Is Hung Upon Me,
Turning My Feelings Away From Our So Ignorant World;
All The Beautiful Moments Shared, Deliberately Push`d Aside -
...a Distance There Is...