Theatre Of Tragedy - Lorelei
Færie Dearest, Was It Loe Soothfast Or A Façade;
A Serenade Siren'd To Lure - Zounds! Not To Court Me?
A Mænad, Yet The Sweetest Colleen -
Certes Didst Thou Me Unveil Meekly Life Pristine.
Lorelei,
A Poet Of Tragedies, Scribe I Lauds To Death,
Yet Who The Hell Was I To Dare?
Lorelei,
Canst Thou Not See Thou To Me Needful Art?
Canst Thou Not See The Loss Of Loe Painful Is?
Dædally Didst Thou Perform The Tragic Pasquinade,
For All Years A Damndest And Driegh'd Accolade -
Caus'd For All Eyes Mazéd To Behold A Mêlée;
In The Midst Did I Swainly Cast Thee My Bouquet:
The One And Sole Faggot That Feedeth The Fire,
Bellow´d Bidingly By My Heart's Quailing Quire.
Lorelei,
A Poet Of Tragedies, Scribe I Lauds To Death,
Yet Who The Hell Was I To Dare?
Lorelei,
Canst Thou Not See Thou To Me Needful Art?
Canst Thou Not See The Loss Of Loe Painful Is?
Perchance Author I Thee This Ikon'd Apologue For Aught,
Doth The Wecht Burthen Thee?, Then Bethink Thine Afterthought:
'tween Æther And 'nether Art Thou The Peerless Phœnix -
Prithee, Darlingmost! - Court Me Rather Than The Peevish Prolix
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