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Drape me fast, with your flowing veil!
Touch me with your serrated scythe
when I am wielding my willful guile!
Before my eyes just glaze over
and, the fire in my Soul gets ashes’ cover,
before the crimson in my lips dries,
and the youth in my veins dies,
kiss me with your ashen lips!
Scatter my ashes to the passing winds!
Before my Past ages into its past
before Life becomes but a faded thought,
and the Future means just clinging to the sheath!
When I am brazen to hug you tight,
before I yearn for you as an unrequited heart!
Let me sink my face in your bosom!
Hug me with your far-reaching wings!
Not for me the life of a ruined castle!
Yore a witness to heroics of a brave noble,
seraglio full of charming, seductive women, nubile!
All that stands now is only decrepit walls,
ruefully ruminating the bygone tales,
willing for the winds of Time to wilt them down!
Drink and dry the river of my life
when it is still in abundant flow!
Drink before my hourglass
goes trickling too low!
You’re an unfaithful,
lusting whole of human race!
Yet all I yearn for is
to only sleep in your eternal embrace!
Beloved Dark Angel of Death,
Drape me soon, with your flowing veil!
Touch me with your serrated scythe
when I am wielding my willful guile!
23rd October '11
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