"Come live with me and be my love..."
- the Passionate Shepherd to His Love, C. Marlowe
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Cast into the depths of his heart’s darkness, he languishes for want of her. Distraught, he returns home empty handed, without the maiden he would claim as his bride.
Day by day, he slips deeper into darkness, shunning the sun and all those who love him.
He longs ever for the steel edge of the knife to leave the mark of its sweet kisses upon his wrists, for how can he live without the swan maiden he has taken into his heart? Life is worthless without the lady upon the lake.
Surely he must have her, or die.


