My eyes hold the eventide (albeit behind the eyes thou hast)
Thro' which I 'hold naught else (a flame enshroudéd in itsblackness)
But the raven (burning without the faintest breeze)
Sleep my dearest ones (teach me, dearest, the reasonwherefore)
Mind not the palling velvet darkness (thou by such angst mark'dart?)

Wherefore is here loneliness?
Infinite hollowness
In which my thoughts echo
To the shadows I whisper
With the shadows I waltz
Bear me, I am not the plague
Altho' nightclad death, mayhap?

Dare not naysaying my grant (dance no longer with theshadows)
Vanish with me abaft the unlight (dance no longer with thedead in the graveyard)
O, the taste on thine lips (dance with me the mephistowaltz)
A trickling deep red love (wedlock 'twixt day and night)
Everlasting lightheartédness (offer me relief fro thesunrays)
A kiss for thee my dear

Ah, such delight I sense: (Eternally and ne'erendingly)
Savour the bitter grapes of life (a soulsister of thine iam)

(Let me openly greet thy kiss)
(The most loving and caring bites)

Grant me thineself
I bore the woe in my heart
My heart was shatter'd into its tithe (as I depart embraceme)
Save yet are its chambers in flood (and in paltry time will ire-awake)
(I love thee)