Thorns Of Vespertine - Upon This Crimson Vow

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O, list thee well, thou pilgrim pale,
Whose heart hath beat ‘neath thorns of fate—
Yon rose, by dusk’s own breath betray’d,
Bleeds not so red as lips I sate.

Thine eyes, they pierce as starlit stake,
And bid my slumb’ring soul to wake—
What curse or gift in shadows kept
Hath kiss’d thee where the sun hath wept?

We bide the night, where silence speaketh true,
‘Neath moon’s pale oath, our bond renew.
Thy blood, my wine; thy breath, my grace—
Come, bride of dusk, in death's embrace.

Was’t not thy vow at vesper’s toll,
To bind thy flesh to mine own soul?

Aye, sweet dark prince, thy name I wore,
‘Fore crosses burn’d and saints forswore.

The abbey’s bell no longer peals,
Its steeple drowned in time's fell weals.
Yet still I wait, in silken tomb,
To scent thy fear, to taste thy gloom.

Wilt grant me leave to dream again?
To drown in thine immortal bane?
I come, I come, with fervent breath—
To seal thy love with gentle death.

We bide the night, where silence speaketh true,
‘Neath moon’s pale oath, our bond renew.
No sun shall part, nor God forbid—
The grave is ours, and so we hid.

So sleep, mine own, in crimson shade,
By roses wrought and vows unmade...
Where time itself in rapture lies—
We dance ‘til stars forget the skies.