Lavinia Valeriana Of Mors & The Erotes
Dive into the deep blue of my eyes, with yours, where
the pupil eclipses the iris and underneath, hides
Jupiters' grey thunderous skies when I glance
towards those hazel planets that the telescope of all
my being adores to witness, you mesmerize, and I
gaze, longing to elope.
Dai, amore mio
Come with me, to fight Mors and go yonder the firth
of death, to Paradise, away from the Inferno, this
saturnine earth, to be at one with The Erotes, to
prosper as we deserve.
Dai, amore mio
Descending Plutos' slope of woe and passion,
quivering to the dæmons' trill that spills from my heart
as it flutters and dies by way of the Ouroboros,
overcome and undone by your beauty, that covers me
with the soil of its grave, o' so safe in your arms,
asleep-then-awake, eternally sans turmoil.
Dai, amore mio
Come with me, to fight Mors and go yonder the firth
of death, to Paradise, away from the Inferno, this
saturnine earth, to be at one with The Erotes, to
prosper as we deserve.
