In the Russet Gold of This Vain Hour - The Autumns

Here in the night

Is the union blessed

Tears and sunlight

Burn to bruise your fair skin

Bitter the bride

Through her breaking lips

Cast to the fire

That illumes the cherished

Blood

True love

Dolls' dead breathing

Come to us

Come to us

Fears and their lyres

Brood o’er our moonlit bed

Smoke hair and vials of incense

The silk stained red

Blood

True love

Dolls' baited breath

Come to us

Come to us

Touched her head

And.