They are waiting to take
They are waiting to take us into the severed garden
Do you know how pale wanton thrillful
Comes death on strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
like a scaring over — friendly guest you’ve brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all gives us wings
where we had shoulders smooth as raven’s claws
Спасибо, что напомнили.
Will you die for me?