I YEARN BALLADRY TILL DIE

I BEHOLD THE DARK LOVE : DEAD THINGS GO! “ FLEETING ” BLOOD ROSES. Come, My love, Let Us Walk Among Even Ghosts Dare Not Tread. The Chronicle Has Turned Its Gaze From Us, And In Its Blindness, We Shall Become Eternal. Bury Me Beneath Your Breath, And I Shall Sleep Content.