The world, I would let come to fiery end
So long as I, with thee, forever’d be.
I’d ride the molten rivers through each bend,
Reside within eternal agony.
For not even that brimstone’s harsh burning
On measures of pain, could ever compare
To this blood-freezing cold of my yearning,
Frigid winter without thy Autumn hair.
And as the fluid flame would rise from low,
So high would I hold thee with all my might
Until entrapped by that Hellfire glow
Illuminates you as my final sight.
And such a death, it would be so well spent
If I could just hold thee for that mere moment.

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