I shall lie with her
In the dim gloom of her bridal tomb
Here in our haunted palace
The rattling of her brass bed
Shakes me each cold night I come,
In a dream from which I cannot wake
Her lips they slumber
Silence seeps from her skin
And golden seams forever shut her eyes
My bride,
You were a creature from heaven
And now you lay a corpse in your hollow bed
I won’t leave, dearest
Your voice still remains, somehow
As does the desire
The stained lace which enshrouds her
I slowly peel away
Look upon my wife, how her beauty sheds from her bones
But the love shall never leave
Give me your disease,
Give to me your pale poison
I will come to this brittle room each nightfall
Until the moon decays with us