Fair and Guiling Copesmate Death

Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin aghast
And with haste, translateth to gilded black post and fast
"Anon, anon," say I
The lid, the lid aside
Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest

Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm (the bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide)
Hither, cede and fulfill my phantasm ('tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest)
Cherish me and sonorously do me laud (to be adust for time longer, can I not bide)
For dread, thine eyes will behold a guise faughed (hence the heart hale out thro' the chest)

Misery thee? Rather misery me
For in time's durance, am I naught but wee
This tender and loving pest I to thee bequeath
Thence swiftly wilt thou errant to 'neath

And to me, shouldest thou be the humblemost knave
Lest fear, spit I on thy cist and grave
Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch
And the tharms fluttering clawed and eldritch

To conquer thee and thy blood for glore
Art thou my afeard and reluctant whore
Irksomely coy, save wilied by alarum
Bear this torture and maim with decorum

One candle left to burn now

Before the darkness comes

If e'er always was I this blissful and blithe
Would I resign to but its wee tithe
Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge

And to thee, will I sing the lull-dull dirge

Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll
Burrow to the trothplight with night and devil
Bid him to league with me, forsooth merry to 'come 'twill

Whilom wast thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst
Elsewise, will I coerce thine consonantry to turn whist
Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath

So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester (death, o, fair and 'guiling copesmate death)
For do I solely what he to me liefly saith (be not a malaised beggar, claim this bloody jester)

Claim this bloody jester