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, who doth my future narrate?
Dim the lights, I cannot see
Bring forth ye shadow
With whom danceth thou?

Time hath stopped
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, "Oh, 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 merrymake 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 deprived so hastily

Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
When through my veins it will flood?
Alas, for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
When through my veins it will flood?