She said, Ere and heretofore, mine love for thee pure as driven snow is So live whilst thou mayest Die as saint Now I seek dark submission Fall 'neath Perdition's bawdy lips Up then she arose I choked on mine words, from whence my love had borne me up We be running out of time! Mine lady, wilt thou wed me ere the night doth wane? Nay! And heaven’s lost to sight ’Twas all a blur, whence she came unto me, soft and sweet A figure emerging, curveting within the light A lantern burning twain-fold A shield to fawn And now her love hath fled whence it came A deadly pact A loss unresolved As she reverts Both of us return unto our reckoning And I begin anew Up then she arose 'Tis all the more reason for her to boast Love-laden woes Turned morrows unto foes We be running out of time! Mine lady, wilt thou wed me ere the night doth wane? Nay! And heaven’s lost to sight All hail! Harvesting face! Seventh plane dog Take thy soul Mine love Mine woe Bound in fate Yet fated to sever And so I wander Adrift in the wake of yesternight
