Thy Beauty In Candlelight

Thy Beauty in Black Candlelight

is the dearest Vision to my Spirit

"Thou art - the shining Diamond of my Crown"

Harvester I will be of the forbidden Fruits,

growing there so deliciously in the Gardens of Thy Breast

In my dark-desirous Dreams

I see us in

Autumn Fields,

feeling October's magic Breath

"Thou art the Flower that never shall wither"

The Reflection of Thy Beauty in the dancing Candleflames

creates Memories so sweet but cold

dark as Thy Black Hair,

like the Raven-Face of Night

Thy Neck is like sculpture-made

Thy milky Bosom the loveliest Nature ever formed

"Sanguis Vita est! (et)

Tenebrae Desponsam meam!"

Enchant me eternally with Thy voluptuous Forms

as Thy witching Fire still burns in me