Oftentimes, when I fear this life in me,
I look at my hands, then into my heart
Hoping that I may be able to see
The fiends that are tearing my soul apart.
Because something threatens my peace of mind
Adheres to my every thought, haunts my sleep.
It conquers my fantasies every night,
And even in my daydreams this thing creeps.
I suspect this thing to be a remnant
Of some long ago infantile fear,
That comes again to quicken my heartbeat
And make this terror more than I can bear.
Yet I�ll let go of such childish things
So I am ready for the blood of kings.
My bright nocturnal beauty:
Your intriguing eternal soul
That spoke my name in cryptic tongue
And called to me from years ago.
And, once called, I could not ignore,
Your imploring voice, telepathic pleas
That ask my love, inspire my words
And once inside, as quickly leave.
Your spirit awakens me at break of dawn.
Your name escapes my desirous lips.
Before I rise, I dream of you
Inside my mind your presence sits.
Beloved Armand, O hear my cries!
Be not this spirit, intangible ghost!
Remain so distant no more, my love!
Give me what I desire most.
Deny me not your immortal soul,
So my equal, so my likeness.
As to water you are, my love:
Essential to the blood within my breast.
So until my last breath, I will ask
For what�s desired, O immortal gift!
And dream of the night when you, my sweet,
Will my life and death so beautifully rift!
