Theatre Of Tragedy Fair And 'guiling Copesmate Death
"Gaunt and gnarl'd Reflecteth the silver shield this welkin' aghast, And with haste translateth to gild'd black post and fast." "Anon - anon, say I! - the lid aside, Crawl without this velvet-clad coffin blest, The bottom sand of the hourglass is at tide, 'Tis and hath e'er been merry blood to pest - To be adust for time longer can I not bide, Hence the heart hale out thro' the chest! Misery thee?! - Rather misery me! - For in Time's durance am I naught but wee." "Sensing this pine is as deep as the deepest chasm, Hither! - cede and fulfil my phantasm! Cherish me and sonorously do me laud - For dread! - thine eyes will behold a guise faugh'd." "This tender and loving pest I to the bequeath, Thence swiftly wilt thou errant to 'Neath." "And to me should'st thou be the humblemost knave, Lest fear! - spit I on thy cist and grave! - Lest leer I at thee and do bewitch, And the tharms fluttering claw'd and eldritch." "To conquer thee and thy blood for glore Art thou my afeared and reluctant whore; Irksomely coy, save wilied by alarum, Bear this torture and maim with decorum." "If e'er always was I this blissful and blithe Would I resign to but its wee tithe." "Purvey my ache and quench my profoundest urge, And to thee will I sing the lull-dull dirge; Deliver thy blood like the rill filleth the ghyll." "Burrow to the trothplight with the Nigh and Devil! - Bid Him to league with me - forsooth, merry to 'come 'twill." "Whilom wast thou vestal, yet now flit to thy tryst, Elsewise will I coerce thine consonantry to turn whist; Grasp I the snath and cut off thine breath, So that thou canst in darkness and inferno vester, For do I solely what He to me liefly saith." "Death - oh! fair and 'guiling copesmate Death, Be not a malais'd beggar; claim this bloody jester!"