Dream, my beloved, cast away your fears:
ever unto sweet destruction falls
Earth and sun alike. Entropy calls
as utter destruction looms, ever nears.
Zothique, they say, shall fall. Unto the night
and utter damnation alike. Come, sweet,
Zothique is fair tonight, and lies replete
with silken and gentle, fair, pure starlight.
Let us remember kisses sweet as wine,
let us forget the terrors ever nigh;
dark is the night, dark the nocturnal sky,
but love and kisses—ever fair and fine.
Let us a moment lie, let us now dally,
let the fallacious fret, regrets to tally.