Here I am, red, sour. Mine eye smiling to thy side. He lives in a river from Carina's door. Washing out the devourer of dying acres. Maybe Salvation deserves this? All in my hand overcame me.
Eyes on you, I drowned in yours. And then… my house forsook me.
Lithely trickling away, my name from thee. In a slumber-call Hast thou dreamt my name?
Haste, my weight is hollow. Speak, and it saves me. Haste, speak, trust me.
Atop a hill, a marvelous night's Lustrous vistas mark the year, creeping along the barony.
Phantoms flicker with a licking breeze, admonishing thee of wicked pleasure.
I scheme to renounce my treasure.
With a furtive smile, silence…
But tears, they stream for thee.
Thou, lusting a dungeon!
This land is like…
A goblet of the thick and black!
Brim-filled before the moon-crest.
I'm pondering a wall and poised with knives. And then, I look at you… (Secretly, of course)