| Evening minuetto in a castle by the sea
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| A jewel more radiant than the moon
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| Lowered Her mask to me
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| The sublimest creature the Gods, full of fire
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| Would marvel at making their Queen
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| Infusing the air with Her fragrant desire
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| And my heart reeled with grave poetry…
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| From grace I fell in love with Her
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| Scent and feline lure
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| And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest
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| «Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn night
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| She lulled me away from the rich masquerade
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| And together we clung in the bloodletting moonlight»
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| Pearled luna, what spell didst thou cast on me?
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| Her icy kiss fervoured my neck
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| Like whispering waves 'pon Acheron’s beach
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| In a whirl of sweet voices and statues
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| That phantomed the dying trees
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| This debauched seductress in black, took me…
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| In a pale azured dawn like Ligeia reborn
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| I tore free of my sleep — sepulchre
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| On the sea misted lawn where stone figures, forlorn
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| Lamented the spectre of Her
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| Bewildered and weak, yet with passion replete
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| I hungered for past overtures
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| The curse of unrest and her ardent caress
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| Came much more than my soul could endure…
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| I, at once endeavoured to see Her again
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| Stirring from midnight’s inertia
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| Knowing not even her name
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| On a thin precipice over carnal abyss
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| I danced like a blind acolyte
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| Drunk on red wine, her dead lips on mine
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| Suffused with the perfume of night
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| For hours I scoured the surrounding grounds
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| In vain that we might meet
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| When storm clouds broke, ashened, fatigued
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| I sought refuge in a cemeterty
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| Sleep, usher dreams
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| Taint to nightmares from a sunless nether
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| Mistress of the dark
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| I now know what thou art
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| Screams haunt my sleep
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| Dragged from nightmares thou hast wed together
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| Lamia and Lemures
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| Spawned thee leche
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| To snare my flesh
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| Portrait of the Dead Countess
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| Deep stained pain that I had dreamt
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| Flaunted demise, life’s punishment |