Break free

Why does my world shatter every time she speaks?

Night was still the whole world of her eyes.

Laid off a waxen bee at night-time,

Fed the pale lips with the tender sigh?

When in her voice, with beauteous air,

Hold you in chord for a little love;

Brought me with love of her golden hair,

Hear the sweet voice of a mighty dove!

My hand would close my curtain aside—

Swift as the flash of a flash of light,

He fell down in a ditch to decide,

Waits with thy day on darkness and night?

About her neck. In her very face,

Queen Night, with eyes so slender and fair,

Hold for you the last time on the place,

See the white witch tug their yellow hair!

Although you drink a wine from my lips,

And presented arms to my Maker;

Hold me down in the ground for a tip,

Hear the voice of a sullen breaker!

Bang I spied a flash of onward eye,

Calm Night, with thy everlasting light,

Swift up the fort! In a mighty sky,

Bright upon your lips I like a blight.