fortnight.

And yet regret is set to let me lie.

This passion haunting me will end tonight.

For all of black hearts’ lovely desires.

Belongs with Judas’s life in Hades’ burning pyre.

This place is where I find the final line.

To pierce my sight upon spikes on his throne.

So now, good knight, you lie and cease to see.

So now, good night. You die and cease to be.

You bleed your light into a sky alight

With bittersweet blood to start anew again.

One day, two more, plus ten, one more, before

fourteen days and a new moon brighten us.

The bones, the white marrow, the crimson sight

So still and hushed this heart is at its end.