A vast and vacant vale Ornated with haxe-veiled sylvan lakes Wherein aught dive straight Wor-begone shadows and nocturnal fays Oh…
Mighty though in sadness comes impetuos thy wind The sweetest and the darkest who Satan's secrets deems Thine breath o'er…
Of quenchless radiance twinkle the jewels set onto thy crown Each one's a will on the unique diadem of tyranny…
Scriptured in the features of your face, and in the hues of delicate Which painteth thee with the colour of…
In a portrait of evil and beauty, sneers she, Empress of ravens and owls By a firmament flourished of darkness…
I was riding...I, a King And from the fog my own ghost did appear Aboon mee a strange formation of…
So dark are these paths no human eye should see Guarded by statues in velvet moss clad Grow savage blackthorns'ere…
Oh my doleful betrotehed, enbewered in baleful marvels thou art Thou chariotest the soft of evil as whilome you did…