Take away the wine
   For restlessness plagues me ...
   I am assailed by a spectre profounder
   Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime
  
   I shalt suffer this confessional mime
  
   Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
   Only once it is dark doth my misery cease
  
   She died to a sky dressed in flame
   Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
   Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice
  
   "I am as dusk come to ravish the light"
   Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
   "I will answer thy prayers"
   If thou Wouldst drink of my life...
  
   Encroaching evening skies
   Die with such tragedy
   And those interred in cold graves
   Dwell on pleasures to be
   In deep hysteria
   Where our legend still breathes
   Through sweet death and thereafter
   Sweeping nightmares... shalt feed...