Ennui
The one who'll love
Is not on this world
As far as these senses can tell.
Unless she lies under ashes
Or sits still with polar glaciers
Or stands at the gateway to hell.
She's such a dark stranger
Wearing Nibelung skin
And bearing the same scars as he.
Thundershowers pose no danger
To neither her nor her kin
Those of us forged in the depths of the sea.
If on this planet you are
Dearest twin-sister star
Will wait for you under full moon.
If beyond this planet you dwell
Oh handmaiden of Hel
Do hope to run into you soon...
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