Between shadow and light,
by the pale white of moon,
In cemetery meadows
of melancholy gloom
She waits
for me there!
She waits as I sleep!
At half past hell
she comes in my dreams!
With red varnished lips
and soft mottled skin,
wrapped in sheer satin
from her velveteen bed.
Dammed to have died
before it was time!
Dammed for the love!
of my moribund bride!
MY CEMETERY QUEEN!
She cries out to me!
from her stone cold bed!
to the shreiks in my dreams!
Tonite,
I will lie
in the crypt of her grave,
TONITE! I WILL DIE
IN HER ARMS
AS SHE LAYS!
by the shadow of light,
by the pale white of moon,
in cemetery meadows
of melancholy gloom
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I would like to translate this poem
Such with emotion and well expressed thoughts, great piece.