Prologue
In the winter twilight
when the world is mauve and gray
you come whispering round my edges
at the dying of the day.
With the dying of the light
all my hopes soon bleed away
but never dies my love
at the dying
at the dying
at the dying of the day.
In the lonely night
your name is my solace
In a waking dream
I taste my blood again
You brought me death
my only love
still I burn with lust and shame.
Your name between my heartbeats
pulses steady in my brain
your body calls my body
your pain reaches for my pain.
Through the lonely night
you alone can hold me
you whom I will never hold again
your memory embraces like a vise
Sweet tormentor, patron of my pain.
You rule my nights, dark angel
without pity for my bitter tears
I am your grateful victim
for all the nights
of all my years.