Her scent comes to me
As the night breathes
Her countenance grave
A waxed pallor, that lays every tom
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 are gods to the godless

The cruel day hurts my eyes 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