my eyes hold the eventide,

albeit behind the eyes thou hast

thro' which I 'hold naught else

a flame enshroudéd in its blackness;

but the raven;

burning without the faintest breeze.

sleep my dearest ones -

teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore

mind not the palling velvet darkness

thou by such angst mark'd art?!

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 the shadows,

vanish with me abaft the unlight! -

dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard;

o! the taste on thine lips;

dance with me the mephisto waltz.

a trickling deep red love -

wedlock 'twixt day and night -

everlasting lightheartédness -

offer me relief fro the sunrays.

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 i am.

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 embrace me,

save yet are its chambers in flood.

and in paltry time will i re-awake -

i love thee.