The dark night softly calls to me and beckons me to bed
With promises like sand grains tinkling through an hourglass
And whispers of sweet nothing upon which to rest my head;
A pillow of oblivion beneath the even grass.
As dusk had drawn its velvet curtain on the world’s unrest
The veil over my eyes was lifted; darkness shone like light
And then a lifetime’s longing rose from deep within my breast
As I prepared to give myself to my eternal night.
How soothing and seductive, these caresses formed of bliss;
The life that once entranced is ravished now by Death’s allure,
For he has breathed into my bosom with his endless kiss
A shadow of that consummation I cannot abjure.
No more is time my enemy; I’ve put away all pride;
Hence even hope has flown, with all the burden of my cares-
And now with pure abandon will my soul, that joyous bride
Embraced by her Beloved, shed this garment that she wears.
from Thirteen Black Roses: Gothic Romantic Poetry
by Christopher Courtley