(1966)
#Inspiration
Though all around her have fallen, Yet she keeps the fight; No insurmountable odds deter her, Nor an army’s might; She does not bow to intimidation,
Come creeping did he, as death awo… Upon this Sabbath day at the midn… And beside her bed did the dark fo… To take my lover by the hand! So angelic was she, this I tearfu…
Nary dare I tend to touch upon The tangible ordinary, For I prefer the delightful pull Toward the imaginary. O’ be it to ponder or be it to roa…
Between these Gothic walls of mor… O, here with dread is where I roa… For the misty forms that here come… Are of the dead abroad who are not… They move where shadows lie
Wicked winds and wandering mists, Moonlit hours and secret trysts, Spells and charms; unhallowed loam… Stealthy do the witches roam. Boiling cauldrons, smoke and fire,
Love hath touched me sated so, Lingered by a kiss, Thus the blesséd of each night Brings promise unto this; And yet she keeps amid the mist
When the sun descends before thee, Upon the day’s last waning light, There beyond is where I now dwell… Near the edge of night; Thus I linger onward in the twili…
This reflected face I see could n… O’ I wish this not to be, But this mirrored spirit of wasted… Is looking back at me. Alas has come this image stark—
O’ the black bird this final twili… He comes this night upon stealthy… And thus to this I am fraught wit… For darkness knells; O’ whither s… Upon the ethereal wind this bird h…
Each night came long and darkened… But this night a storm was blowing And the air came cold upon his hea… For no fire within was glowing! His fate was set; O’ but this he…
He stood high upon the white cliff… Looking out to sea, And as he watched its ebb and flow There upon he wished to be; O, he then saw the seabirds soarin…
There’s something creeping in the… A rustling in the pitch, Perhaps it be an angry wraith or e… O’ I dread to know of which! There’s something stirring in the…
Vaporous forms adrift through cold… Are remnants of passing that in th… And I’ve felt the touch that this… While wandering about in haunted p… Disembodied voices resounding in e…
When the twilight foretells of dar… Then shall the candle burn And I await the spirit of magic With the hope it will return. I hearken closely unto the silence
O’ why wert thou so beautiful, But not a love so true? Thus now doth reign the darkness From mere the thought of you! Why hath love brought this madness…