On he hunts with sorrow none
For what hath passed is gone
His sole regret the absence
Of desires worthie his teares
Until he saw pitie in her eyne
Where all the light did shine
And soone all joie should die
Her glazed eyne did wander
A mayden pure in grandeur
Left alone & lost
From her eyne he retreats
Clad in mournfulle mysterie
He takes her heart in his
But dark & dead is her light
Evil took her fire's breath
Her embers were by him devour'd
And inside of him a fire buildes
Of hate & love & hope so sad
The moone comes forth
Born anew above her soule -
Stolen here by the dark,
Binding magick of olde
Frighten'd she nears him,
And speakes:
Thou, messenger of the devil,
Who brings fear into lovers' hearts,
Thou, elixir to the hatred of men
And air to my soule, now dying;
Leave me not, o shadow,
Before i give myself away
To these long denied desires,
Thy gift to my dying heart