Is Romance not Time’s Little Girl ?
she sure is for she’s borne from tears
are shed in this world she is spurned in
and are forgetful even in aeternities of years

as this thro’ tears is linked to that
where misery in bliss and happiness appears
when louder warmer gets the lyre
and one besought though vampires goes her Bed 

She is that bloody rose beneath Time’s spur
whose course is not by wisdom set
and whispers in the Ones we leave an’ meet

- Universe crawls by her feet
- Romance is Aeternity, Time’s little girl
- Red Is Her Blood - her lips helplessly wet