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Weak midnight promises of love |
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Were wept upon Her grave |
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And shunned by stars above |
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In mortal life lurks my dismay |
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An Angel stole my heart |
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and Death took Her away |
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She sleeps beyond the grace of god |
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A dreaming beauty |
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If wishes could only fray that bond |
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The dead would sing for me... |
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Twelfth moon arose with ghostly voice |
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A poet's serenade |
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Her name a whisper 'pon my lips |
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And lo, Rorasa came |
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'Fear me not my grieving King |
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Funereal in breath |
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The secrets of the dark I know |
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And thus, we shall cheat Death' |
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My promises wrought though despondence that night |
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Have delivered me gifts from the grave |
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Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life |
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Never a Devil so vain |
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The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost |
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And no heaven would silence the pain |
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Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost |
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Desire for warm blood again |
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Princess lay down thy florid cheek |
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In drunken splendour |
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Tonight rare regal fate has cast |
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The wolves among the sheep |
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Dark nature clasp my soul |
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Around Her throat mine arms enfold |
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To sleep, perchance to dream |
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And then... |
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To dusk and flesh ascend |
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The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies |
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and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide |
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From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to shore |
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Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels war |
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As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day |
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To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey |
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We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea |
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The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous |
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Eternity |
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Damnation |
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Salvation |
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Stigmata plague |
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The wine of Bacchus flows |
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Listen to the thunder rage |
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Deceivers dragged before their cross |
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I am He that vanquished Death |
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And bore the sting of loss |
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What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp? |
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His temple, ruined, burns |
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And sweet Rorasa laughs |
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I am enamoured and imparadised |
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To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes |
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'I will crush them all |
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If this holds thy delight' |
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Rather dead forever than to lose her |
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Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite |
