9 May 2012
Meet me at The Meddler's Gate Beneath the midnight flame. At long, long last we shall be one, Together once again.
While wedding vows we did not take Follow them anyway. Backhand the sickle, I will not part Without my love, I pray.
Your father may not want you here, Did everything to quell The burning love that we possess Of which poets could never tell.
A pearl choker I could never give My feelings to express, But with carved, clotted rubies at your neck And a tomb shroud as a dress
The casket seals our passions in To light a frozen tomb. I as yours and you as mine Until the edge of doom.
Although my face is cold as stone My heart still beats for you, So meet me at The Meddler's Gate Cry not and meet me soon. Oh, meet me at The Meddler's Gate Be true my love, be true.
The Meddler's Gate • Opuss № I