What a great invoking of darkness
I have enamoured.
The magical riverside, where you stand waiting
Delicate yet mysterious your breast
And the crescent moon is eager to see them...
I want to bathe you with darkness.
Your sorrow forlorn the night
Grieves of the ages reflects on your face
And the stars float in the dream
This is the secret hymn of love in void
I have kept you as a prayer in darkness.
'Bathing with darkness' evokes the visual of a body being engulfed in the black waters of the ocean on a moonless night.
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