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Bring forth ye shadow
Theatre of Tragedy
Time is an abyss -
Profound as a thousand nights;
I sojourn my haste I make respites
For what availeth this eager peace
One step more naught to face
Save the heirloom fatal kiss
I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate
For lo my own shall ne'er come to me
Yet - Who doth my future narrate
Dim the lights - I cannot see
Bring forth ye Shadow -
With whom danceth thou
Time hath stopp'd -
Yet for others ne'er halteth;
For me the Pages of Life do not turn
Lo - on the funeral pyre they burn
The oh so eathing Velvet Darkness they fear -
Heed - wherefore delve a burrow
When in my arms"O Come here" -
I say elsehither is naught but sorrow
For what deemest thou so dear thy blood
When through my veins it could flood -
Bide to merry-make me unaptly;
And hence grant me the fell gift
The gift of passing on the dark trick
'Tis such a brazen act of erotic;
Trifle for thee yet for me grandly thrift
O such an innocence depriv'd so hastily -
Alas for what deemest thou so dear thy blood
When through my veins it will flood
