Her scent comes to me As the night breathes Her countenance grave A waxed pallor, that lays every tomb Open to the sky So she sees and ever watches The stars revolve and dance for her A velvet dream of crimson revolt The rites of all... deliver her kiss to me I ascend... erotic misery We are blood to the bloodless We are honour to the honourless And We, We are gods to the godless Gods to the Godless, Honour to the honourless, Blood to the bloodless. The cruel day; it hurts my eyes... for it is night I ever long for If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thus I am all that has been and cannot refuse As her smile has ushered in the night So many countless times before I hear a foot on the stair... I turn and she is there. With all the gifts of the grave to offer me How can I refuse A graven idol such as thee