Letras
One might see in Mina my disease
But it is She who has infected me for all eternity
As the sun slips the tearaway stars
Into the scented scheme of night
I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose
Set upon a marbled dream of white
So pure of thought like a Vestal statue
Jewelled with a God-lent grace
I was close to coming when She bid adieu
Fuelled by the heartache rent upon her face there
Oh Mina, obscener
Thoughts obsess my days
Oh Mina, obscener
Thoughts possess me that I must now obey
They say the darkest hour is that before the dawn
When nothing in one's power
Can dissipate the great forlorn
Shadows of fire that haunt me
Like risen whispers of her name
For dawn is a dusk wherein needs must erupt from the grave, aflame
Written in the dead of night, dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her read delight, read delight
My words alight like leaves of sin
Stepping through a mirror
The princess of the emerald glass
Brought me one sip nearer
Love's infernal past
They say Hell hath no furies like a woman scorned by life
When the Heavenly Judge and juries
Participate to chain this wife
With forced virtues, Her secret needs drew on my foreign blood
On warm wet nights, with storm-wracked bites
I gave her Eden after the flood
Written in the dead of night, dead of night
And riding on the burning wind
Smitten by her read delight, read delight
My words alight like leaves of sin
Verona, Marishka, Aleera
Brides of old and goddesses all
Forgive my wishes to be always near her
Forever or whenever seas recall
This Aphrodite from my embrace for as Mars whom her lips placate
I tore these shores with wars of hatred
Before our Paris set his fate in Helen
One might find mistake in winning tragedy