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BADE HOPE AND FEAR, BADE ILL, AND GOOD REDEEM AND KILL. TILL ALL MEN BE AWEARY OF THE SUN, AND HIS WORLD BURN IN ITS OWN FLAME.

STILL LET MY TYRANTS KNOW, I AM NOT DOMN,D TO WEAR, YEAR AFTER YEAR IN GLOOM AND DESOLATE DESPAIR; A MESSENGER OF HOPE COMES EVERY NIGHT TO ME, AND OFFERS FOR SHORT LIFE, ETERNAL LIBERTY, HE COMES WITH WESTERN WINDS, WITH EVENINGS WANDERINGS AIRS. WITH THAT CLEAR DUSK OF HEAVEN THAT BRINGS THE THICKEST STARS; WINDS TAKE A PENSIVE TONE, AND STARS A TENDER FIRE, AND VISIONS RISE, AND CHANGE, THAT KILL ME WITH DESIRE. DESIRE FOR NOTHING KNOWN IN MY MATURER YEARS, WHEN JOY GREW MAD WITH AWE, AT COUNTING FUTURE TEARS; WHEN IF MY SPIRITS SKY WAS FULL OF FLASHES WARM, I KNEW NOT WHENCE THEY CAME, FROM SUN OR THUNDER-STORM. BUT FIRST, A HUSH OF PEACE-A SOUNDLESS CALM DESCENDS; THE STRUGGLE OF DESTRESS AND FEARCE INPATIENCE ENDS. MUTE MUSIC SOOTHES MY BREAST- UNUTTERED HARMONY, THAT I COULD NEVER DREAM, TIL EARTH WAS LOST TO ME. THEN DAWNS THE INVISIBLE; THE UNSEEN, IT,S TRUTH REVEALS; MY OUTWARD SENSE IS GONE, MY INWARD ESSECE FEELS; IT,S WINGS ARE ALMOST FREE-ITS HOME, IT,S HARBOUR FOUND; MEASURING THE GULF, IT,S STOOPS, AND DARES THE FINAL BOUND. O DREADFUL IS THE CHECK-INTENSE THE AGONY WHEN THE EAR BEGINS TO HEAR, AND THE EYE BEGINS TO SEE, WHEN THE PULSE BEGINS TO THROB, THE BRAIN TO THINK AGAIN- THE SOUL TO FEEL THE FLESH, AND THE FLESH TO FEEL THE CHAIN. YET I WOULD LOSE NO STING, WOULD WISH NO TORTURE LESS; THE MORE THAT ANGIUSH RACKS, THE EARLIER IT WILL BLESS; AND ROBED IN FIRES OF HELL, OR BRIGHT WITH HEAVENLY SHINE, IF IT BUT HERALD DEATH, THE VISION IS DIVINE.

LIFE IS BLOOD THAT PUMPS THROUGH OUR VIENS, IT FEEDS OUR BODIES IT FEEDS OUR BRAINS. IT REALLY IS THE STAFF OF LIFE, MEN SHEAD IT DAILY, IT WASTES ON THE GROUND, FROM CRIMSON POOLS TO BLACKED STAIN, THEY DIE WITHOUT A CERTAIN GAIN. THERE ARE THOSE SHADES THAT LIVE AT NIGHT, TO WHOM THE BLOOD IS PRECIOUS GAIN, IT NEEDS NOT WITHER ON THE VINE, THEY GIVE WITH PLEASURE, TAKE WITH PAIN. AND LEAVE KNOW TRACE OF SLAUGHTERED LIFE, BUT PEACEFUL, GRACOIUS DEATH REPOSE.

A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH WITH ANCIENT EYES, HE VIEWS THE THRONG OF HEAVING BODIES WITH A DETACHED PREATORS STARE. WITH EASY GRACE HE MOVES THROUGH THE CROWD, SWEATY BODIES PRESS ON ALL SIDES, HANDS CARESSING HIS HARD, LITHE FORM, EYES OF MORTALS TRY TO CATCH HIS GAZE. WITH STUDIED GENTLENESS HE MOVES AWAY. AND ON HE PASSES A FIGURE TORN FROM ANOTHER AGE, WITH FACE UNALTERED, SMOOTH, A MASK, HE SAVES HIS PASSIONS FOR ANOTHER PLACE. AND NOW HE LEAVES THE NOISE BEHIND, TO ENTER ONCE MORE THE REALMS OF NIGHT, THE SHADOWS SHOLLOW HIS SILENT FORM, HE BECOMES THE DARKNESS ONCE MORE.

DOTH NOT YOUR FATAL BEAUTY SEEK IN DESPAIR, FOR SUCH GENTLE NATURE CURRY FAVOUR FAIR, FOR NOW ART THOU CURSED, NOW MORE THAN EVER SEEMS IT RICH TO DIE, FOR AS A SOUL WHO DWELLITH IN PERPETUAL NIGHT, TO SUFFER SUCH A SWWET ECSTACY. AS CRIMSON TEARS STAND IN THY EYES AS THOU STARITH AGHAST AT MY STRICKEN FORM. A SAVAGE PASSION DID BLINDITH THEE, AGAINST THOSE ACTIONS THOU TAKITH IN HASTE.

HER BEAUTY DARKENED LIKE HER HAIR, WITH EYES A RICH GOLDEN BROWN. THEY GLIMMER WITH AN AMBER GLOW, HER NOSE IS NOBLE, STRAIGHT AND TRUE, HER MOUTH IS SENSUAL, LIPS ARE FULL. HER CHIN DEFIANT IS HELD HIGH, HER CHEEKBONES SET HIGH WITH GRACEFUL CURVE. AND VEILLING ALL IS DARK BROWN LOCKS, THAT CASSCADE DOWN WITH ABOUNDLESS FLOW. WITH THIS BEAUTY SHE VENTURES FORTH, WITH VELVET WHISPERS AND URGENT PLEAS, TO BECKEN SUITORS LIKE MOTHS TO A FLAME, THE FIRE AWAKENED IN HER GAZE. FOR NOW THE HUNGER BURNS INSIDE, AND HER TRUE NATURE IS HARD TO HIDE. AND WITH A DAZZLING CRIMSON SMILE, HER LIPS ARE PARTED, SHOW SHARP TOOTHED GLEE. FOR NOW A VICTIM SHE MAKES OF THEE, IT IS TO LATE FOR YOU TO FLEE, AND AS SHE SUPS UPON YOUR BLOOD, YOU,LL HEAR HER LAUGHTER AS YOU DIE.