Her scent comes to me As the night
breathes Her countenance grave A waxed
pallor, that lays every tomb open to the
sky So she sees and ever watches The stars
revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of
crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her
kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery
We
are blood to the bloodless We are honour to
the honourless and We are gods to the
godless
The cruel day hurts my eyes... it
is night I ever long for
If sorrows sweet
gifts have offered me thus I am all that has
been and cannot refuse As her smile has
ushered in the night So many countless times
before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn
and she is there. With all the gifts of the
grave to offer me
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