Theatre Of Tragedy - Hollow,,hearted, Heart,,departed

`filthy Harlots - The Lord`s Grape!
With Lore Ornamented Entreating;
Hollow-hearted, Heart-departed -
Yet Thou Reapest The Blooming Rose -
When `tis The Weed Which Is To Be Swath`d`
`and Me In The Yesterday Bind?!`
`hah! - For Thee Even A Hound Holdeth The Throne.
Unwanted Child Of Mother! - Plague Of Plagues!
Father Of Leprous Children.
I Wield Ye To Stint This Brawl!
Night Is The Ford - Yet Harken! - Do Not Thwart!
Desirest Thou To Do It Withal,
I Shall Cause Thy Body By One Head Too Short!
Sayest Ye Nay To My Boon,
Then Wilt Thou From Bloodsheld Swoon!`
`err Me Not! - Must Ye Bethink My Foolhardiness!
Be Vanished! - Be Hanished! -
If Ye Deemest Me Not Wroth.
My Hand Hieth To Unsheathe The Sword
Lest Thou Dost Totter -
Whid Along! - Wherefore Irk My Haughtiness?`
`no Man... No Man At All!
Be It Lord Of Beggar
Bereaveth My Dignity!`
`loom My Darling Sun -
Bear The Scarlet Colour!`
`wherefore Bereave
The Kine Of The Sward?
Wherefore Holdest Thou For
Me Such A Quailing Scowl?`
`i Do, In The Blooming Flower, Pleasure Find!`
`innocence Is Reserved For The Meek:
Of Naught Is My Grasp Ne`er To Be!`