Betwixt earth and sun the darkness… As each day I’ve loved you so, But thro’ right or wrong my love g… For thus does true love flow. Betwixt the night and day lies my…

Many a day I’ve wished, through t… That love’s immortality would come… But each day that I’ve wished bri… For each day that I’ve wished has… O’ for a love everlasting, O’ for…

I awake each morn to chase the clo… In the race from nine to five, And firmly placed am I, in this d… Upon my flight to stay alive. I peruse the paper with my morning…

I’ve reclined amidst this nightly… And leaned mine ear into the still… Shall angels sound, or sirens sing… What this night shall silence brin… The silent darkness besets mine ea…

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…

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

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

I deny not my childhood yearnings, As oft they call to me, So thus I cast off my lines and m… And set my course to sea. I love the breaking spray upon the…

Swords are raised and battles foug… Thus poets live beyond the grave, For there are warriors who are poe… Tho’ not to pen a stave. There are poets of the battles fou…

Alas, to rot within a dungeon, Anguish thus to reap, Chained upon a stony wall Beneath a castle’s keep; Abandoned by thy brethren,

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—

I have only shallow words to expre… Of my love for you that deeply lie… For never have I found the parall… To the depths of where this love b… Nor have I discovered an earthly…

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…

O’ I have found no peace in my pr… For there is no wealth in my dispa… And therefore I have found no cla… In this life, alone! I have found the darkness of despe…

O’ torrents of darkness And voices from the pitch, Be this a tempest or madness, It matters not which! O’ tormented and sorrowed,