Bring Forth Ye Shadow

Time is an abyss

Profound as a thousand nights

I sojourn my haste, I make respites

For what availeith 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?