Liv:
“Albeit behind the eyes thou hast
A flame enshroudéd in its blackness;
Burning without the faintest breeze.
Teach me, dearest, the reason wherefore
Thou by such angst mark'd art?!”
Raymond:
“My eyes hold the eventide,
Thro' which I 'hold naught else
But the raven;
Sleep my dearest ones —
Mind not the palling velvet darkness.”
Raymond:
“Wherefore is here loneliness?;
Infinite hollowness
In which my thoughts echo,
To the shadows I whisper —
With the shadows I waltz —
Bear me; I am not the plague,
Altho' nightclad death … mayhap?!”
Liv:
“Dance no longer with the shadows,
Dance no longer with the dead in the graveyard;
Dance with me the mephisto waltz.
Wedlock 'twixt day and night —
Offer me relief fro the sunrays.”
Raymond:
“Dare not naysaying my grant;
Vanish with me abaft the unlight! —
O! the taste on thine lips;
A trickling deep red love —
Everlasting lightheartédness —
A kiss for thee my dear.”
Raymond:
“Ah! such delight I sense:
Savour the bitter grapes of life!”
Liv:
“Eternally and ne'erendingly;
A soulsister of thine I am.”
Liv:
“Let me openly greet thy kiss;
The most loving and caring bites.”
Raymond:
“Grant me thineself!,
I bore the woe in my heart,
My heart was shatter'd into its tithe,
Save yet are its chambers in flood.”
Liv:
“As I depart embrace me,
And in paltry time will I re-awake —
I love thee.”