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 the 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