Waterfalls of Crimson Clear:
Do your Rivers ever Cease?
Do your streams from which i Dwell and Gnaw ever End their Flee?
And Perfect Pale:
Marred by my Atrocious Chords.
Oh Ally! Oh Love! Foe or Friend?
Let Down your Portcullis!
For it Leads to my Dungeon from where you Shut me Out;
This Gate of where i Hang and Plague and Pollute.
For You-Torturer-Before i Bow and Curtsy-
Is Love Nothing but Vengeance?
Your Necklet: my Garrote?
Your Bunk: my Crypt?
Your Bracelets: my Pair of Irons?
Destroy me Love-
i'll Perish Bright, Darling!
Raise my Celestial Rags with an Ethereal Smirk.
Break this Treacherous Breath for a Start!
