Take away the wine For restlessness plagues me... I am a**ailed by a spectre profounder Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime I shalt suffer this confessional mime Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas Only once it is dark doth my misery cease She died to a sky dressed in flame Eyes full of curses for her k**ers by choice Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice