Take away the wine For restlessness plagues me.... I am assailed by a spectre profounder Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional mime Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas Only once it is dark doth my misery cease She died to a sky dressed in flame Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice "I am as dusk come to ravish the light" Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night "I will answer thy prayers" If thou Wouldst drink of my life.... Encroaching evening skies Die with such tragedy And those interred in cold graves Dwell on pleasures to be In deep hysteria Where our legend still breathes Through sweet death and thereafter Sweeping nightmares.... shalt feed
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