Sextet No 14
Come, sweet death, await upon thee.
Luke Hsieh (Subjected on my previous poem)
Come sweet death hither I await,
Using love as thy gracious bait,
By no other means wilt thou tempt'st me,
Nor wealth nor threat nor tortures to be,
Yet waltz with me in the romantic lark,
Come thou sweet princess dress in dark,
Art thou hideous as people said thou art?
The daughter of devil a treacherous heart,
Deprive people out of their chiefly bliss,,
Then damned them in a chamber after a kiss,
Those speculations which I do not mark,
Come thou sweet princess dress in dark,
Fetch me in the night to the bliss of love,
Whether 'tis earth or hell or heaven above,
Shall I sell my soul like Faustus'd done,
Let thy father part my body and bone,
So be it if 'tis thy desire in stark,
Come thou sweet princess dress in dark,
Shall honour be worthless without love?
Yet be love so based that it drove
By honourable issue and entity,
Love me and then damn me like a faded lily,
Yet love me first in the momently spark,
Come thou sweet princess dressed in dark,
Death, sweet princess thou art unkind,
A solid heart and a mischievous mind,
Thy playful eyes glare upon people's unwillingness,
Insist on dragging them in their hopelessness,
Why not on me thy eyes rest and park,
Come thou sweet princess dressed in dark,
If 'tis a fact and a law that love is fair,
So be it fair in heaven or earth or hellish lair,
Leave me not hither in loveless despair,
Love me and caress me in thy romantic affair,
No doubt upon thy ship I shall embark,
Come thou sweet princess dressed in dark.
-Luke Hsieh