I have sought you out for so long,

just the glimpse of you in the distance

I find, and over time I have echoed your song,

but you have kept away with terrible insistence.

How much longer will you keep me at arms subtle length

I mourn for you, I ache and I desire

what little resolve I have, that you will take my strength

for the blaze of damnation in your hands, in your forgiving fire.

Yet your black cloak, hood, sheer stockings allude me,