How can I call life a true existence, In the marriage of death? You were all that I came to be, Kissing out those songs for eternity. I truly knew That you were true For the arms that have held only the collected stones Dropped from eyes, left not sown. I wanted life beside the partner For my sole existence That teeters on the edge to oblivion Where Hell stares up to me. As I wanted merely a kiss, I was given something to miss, For my heart cannot hold the world Without something to live on it. I was named Emperor Though, my crown is missing Because my Empress is missing From the place she is meant to be seated. Of all form, to twisting shame There is me, in thudding pain. You were before me, or anything else As the one who could look To see The world, for all it could be Within us, To us In the blind, adventurous days Where fate did halt us, in its faltering ways.