Victor Necrophilia

i heard his death i mem'ry'd him  
i conjured him before me slim  
i looked on him whom i had known  
so dangerous dark so little known  
my tongue ungrown not yet to speak  
it yesses he without retreat  
who now is stygian he among
but stands here still before me won
as darkling as he lived to me  
he may as this a shadow be  
but just as darkly see'd i he  
whose musk whose swart i smell i see
he saturnine and silent, he  
as he is dead as I shall be  
as we now consummate shall be
as we now consummated be.