Tytuł: Lorelei

• Wykonawca: Theatre Of Tragedy
• Wyświetleń: 324

Færie dearest, was it loe soothfast or a façade;
   A serenade siren'd to lure -
   Zounds!
   not to court me?
   A mænad, yet the sweetest colleen -
   Certes didst thou me unveil meekly life pristine.
   Lorelei,
   A poet of tragedies,
   scribe I lauds to Death,
   Yet who the hell was I to dare?
   Lorelei,
   Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
   Dædally didst thou perform the tragic pasquinade,
   For all years a damndest and driegh'd accolade -
   Caus'd for all eyes mazéd to behold a mêlée; In the midst did I swainly cast thee my bouquet:
   The one and sole faggot that feedeth the fire,
   Bellow´d bidingly by my heart's quailing quire.
   Lorelei,
   A poet of tragedies, scribe I lauds to Death,
   Yet who the hell was I to dare?
   Lorelei,
   Canst thou not see thou to me needful art? Canst thou not see the loss of loe painful is?
   Perchance author I thee this ikon'd apologue for aught,
   Doth the wecht burthen thee?,
   then bethink thine afterthought:
   'Tween Æther and 'Nether art thou the peerless phœnix -
   Prithee, darlingmost! -
   court me rather than the peevish prolix.