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As The Shadows DanceAs The Shadows Dancemy eyes hold the eventide, albeit behind the eyes thou hast thro' which I 'hold naught else a flame enshrouded 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 lightheartedness - 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. |