No Morbid Pale

So silent whom in torments pale
Travesty eternal thralls not death
when time is undesired in irony
inspire thus the torment thralled
that mortal life forsakes not then
in shades forgone bereaved of love
if love bereaved in bosoms waits
like dusk beneath where I have slept
like dusk beneath where the rose has wept
a wretch a ghost an eidolon soul
no morbid pale