But only a brief momentis granted to the braveone breath or two, whose wage isThe long nights of the grave.

But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is The long nights of the grave.

“Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror...

Since love first made the breast an instrumentOf fierce lamenting, by its flame my heartWas molten to a mirror, like a roseI pluck my breast apart, that I may hangThis mirror in your sightGaze you...

What avails love when life is so ephemeral?What avaiIs a mortal ‘ s love for the immortal?Love that is snuffed out by death ‘ s passing blastLove without the pain, the passion that consumes?A flickering...

What avails love when life is so ephemeral? What avaiIs a mortals love for the immortal? Love that is snuffed out by deaths passing blast Love without the pain, the passion that consumes? A flickering...

Arise, and soar with the suns new-born rays, To breathe new life into dying nights and days.

“I am but as the spark that gleams for a moment,His burning candle consumed me – the moth;His wine overwhelmed my goblet,The master of Rum transmuted my earth to goldAnd set my ashes aflame

I have seen the movement of the sinews of the sky,And the blood coursing in the veins of the moon.