Could you love such as me yon winery of blood?
Can I for want ever slave again?
After a man’s foolish antics, or not even a man but something else comparatively grotesque to ward such affections as any said man is gifted.
But should my will remain it is my will, and then perhaps I have become deserving after how long I’ve been…for if I cannot hold such faith in that then I am truly damned before an even chance to argue.
After all thus and still a fool…I am betrothed to my purgatory and mine endless rave.
But for as much my love though I cannot bear, I still have for thee desire.
And thence I’m laden with my shadowed guilt, and your hopeful succession would brandish me a wretch but for neither we have acted…
And how should I advance, a lion to a lamb, and mine sharp promise lent to savor ye beneath me, bent toward thine oblivion appeasing this wicked blend…
For all the fires anon this hell side…then there an incoming creep fines encroaching heaven, this flat is no palace as it is for me for which thine soul caressed my weary brow, evinced a weakened spirit under which I bow.
Please…act as careful caused our meet, moreover dressed in evil merit. A censored mystery and I’m masked.
Adore me no more than phantom, elder watching thee seraph timed this brilliant fate.
As something beautiful I would have tasted thence before had wisdom left…as youth perceived the world his own, ordained its glorious theft.
Beloved, I am a wraith to yon rose and ever so soft I could not bear my terror.
From this Nightbreed sends aloft his sigh, farewell my sleeping beauty.
