My heart sings of a thousand miseries,
And spring never comes over my eyes,
My breath starts the day and ends the night,
And so brings sleeping in seraph's dream.

Red cold lips shudder, tender to the touch,
But such soft rushes of midnight are gone.
The only strike of skin is dead, like sullen
Cruelty in passions hateful smiles.

Awoke, awaken the soul with wings,
The dark character visits in an eclipse of heaven.
Alone except shadows crawl out, this apparition
Drudges the floor unto my frightened eye.

All dead and the imperial shoulders do shiver,
A memory comes to life, a living moment did waiver.
Over-friendly and ghastly to my sight, under the waves
Of cover, my head were a diadem of tears.

The swelled eyes glisten, the world is broken,
A wing is injured and nightmare spun.
What will is poor, yet bold it rejoiced.
A wall to seperate translucent whispers.

Love is the parasite, indured to obey its matter.
Last stands are taken away to thunder and made to fall
In eerie waves of crimson flame.
Burnt out too soon by the coming last breath that twas slain.

No more midnights, no more sweet kisses at dawn,
No more delights in galactic streams to grow.
No more this delicate muse to inspire the crooked heart,
And no more eternity, and now dies the bosom of me.

So night comes again and again and passes into years,
That guest, the dark visitor beckons to swallow me up,
Wonders here to kill, and ever do the embers flow
and ever does the music morn.