Alienate Beloved

There is silence in the world

Since we didn't say farewell;

And your beauty with an alien speech

An alien tale would tell.

There is silence in the world,

Which is not peace nor quiet;

Nyarlathotep; a golden heart

Ever I seek to flee therefrom,

While I belong with Thee,

And walk the ways of the riot.

But when I hear the music moan

In rooms of thronging laughter,

A serpent-tongued demon drives me forth,

And silence follows after.