The Ascent of Orpheus

I count the steps I take for you, but why?

Most dear to me, the ones that bring you back.

Perhaps with you I know what joy feels like;

perhaps I long to feel that I am whole.

But then, perhaps it is that hope to feel

that Hades seeks to use? Is that his game?

Perhaps he will forgive a glance, just one.

Are you still near? Allow me this one proof?

O God, what have I made of you, my love?

My eyes betray their poor master, the fool,

the hated creature, fallen man, the fiend.

I drop the drape that veils your form from me.

In life you were my all, in death the same.

O Hades, grant my soul to tarry thence.