Death Of a Lover

Oh, sweet silver dagger,
Do thee my bidding.
End thee my torment.
My greif is truely great,
And they mercy be swift.

Ache my heart does,
For the one I can't love.
Friend by light of day,
Lover under the stars.
None can ever know.

He doth tell me not to love,
But how can't I love?
By the gods, be quick.
I want all to know my heart,
My heart that holds desire and lust.

Could lust be it all?
No, not from I.
I dream of his embrace.
I can always feel his kiss.
Be it only I?

Do I search for it?
Search for that I can't find?
Perhaps the gods will this.
Mabye I am not meant to love.
The thought takes my breath.

Drink ye now my blood.
Spill it apon the ground.
Realease ye my soul.
May the gods show me mercy,
In their great paradice.