Thy Mournful Lover - Macbeth

Come to me, silent and dressed in black

In your eyes I can see all your obscure

Passion

Brush my skin with your pale hands

And kiss my neck with your cold lips

You’ll appear when the moon shines

High in the sky

And I’ll see your cerulean face

Brightened up by the candles flame

You’ll whisper to me mysterious

Dark love words

And in this long night our souls

Will be joined forever

And like in a winter night

Darkness will spread

Around us and will take us away

Let yourself be lulled by

This cold wind of sorrow

I open my mouth

To your divine scarlet nectar

And my bloodied lips

Will look for yours

In a morbid lust of

Ecstatic pleasure