Your pain is beauty confined to the night,
whose deeper beauty is that of the moon.
Caressed you with a kiss, -- the immortal delight;
a dreaming embrace that would be gone too soon.
But my darkling love – shunned by the sun,
do not weep! You’ve been reborn.
The bondage of the grave has come undone,
and the shadows will never leave you forlorn!
But yes, you’ll find certain solitude
as we are rare, thus carefully chosen.
And yes, you’ll be at blood’s servitude,
but it is the vitality that keeps fair youth frozen!
      So dance with every evening in sublime bliss,
      and bless this imperfect world with a moonlit kiss!