opus nocturne

• night sprout up through the pale weakness of the day
  choked is the warmth and it's feeble loving light
  why my heart it pounds? is it you my dark mistress say?
  worship you i do and you me newer fail on delightful night
  
  foolish and weak is any human love, but my bride not this
  in life and so in death for you i shall fight
  your cold breath caresses me of my mind and into my wish
  you i can love for you are me oh precious night