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?