Swift it flows, black and thin
Sharp the glint.
The moon hangs low and brilliant,
silhouettes — brightening the night.
I’ll see her shadow dance
I’ll narrow in upon
the heart he loves.
She dances in love, she raises her arms
to the Above.
I’ll pierce her shadow
and so pierce him.
I’ll salt-tear my face, bite my lip, taste
the blood at the anguish of this night
So pierced, my friends.
Deep in my throat, I taste the iron of hate.
Deep in my heart I know the waste.
And yet swift it flows, black and thin
This river within, this torrent of hate
for both of them.
And when the deed is done, the small kingdom
Of two taken to one
I’ll return to my white and silver throne
I’ll return to praises and music,
no one knows
the black and thin deeds I’ve done.