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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