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
Oh, such an innocence depriv'd so hastily
-Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
-When through my veins it will flood?
When through my veins it will flood?
-Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
-When through my veins it will flood?
When through my veins it will flood?