LOST IN THE LABYRINTH
‘Ask, ask and it will be given!’—I ask
For a last look into my loved one’s eyes
Before the blinds are drawn. That’s all I ask:
A last look, last kiss, before my love dies.
See me lost in time’s labyrinth who seek
My love again, my love lost in the maze
Of sunless alleys doomed and winter bleak—
Sick to death, Seigneur, of your dark ways.
Why don’t you get on with it, Lord Horror!
Why lift the blade and not strike? Go on, sir, do it!
Let the blade fall soon, today or tomorrow.
Oh, what a mess you’ve made of things!—you blew it!
Have done, have done!—produce Death from your pack.
Deal the card soon, sir, and get off my back!