Theatre Of Tragedy

R: My eyes hold the eventide,
Thro' which I 'hold naught else
But the raven;
Sleep my dearest ones -
Mind not the palling velvet darkness
LK: Albeit behind the eyes thou hast
A flame enshroudd in its blackness;
Burning without the faintest breeze.
Teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore
Thou by such angst mark'd art?!
R: Wherefore is here loneliness?;
Infinite hollowness
In which my thoughts echo,
To the shadows I whisper -
With the shadows I waltz -
Bear me; I am not the plague,
Altho' nightclad death ... mayhap?!
Dare not naysaying my grant;
Vanish with me abaft the unlight! -
O! the taste on thine lips;
A trickling deep red love -