Wandering weary through the lands of woe
Into a dismal crystal that's once called my soul
Beholding beauties yet caressing that wretched me
And Oh! How dainty and so sweet
The eyes of mine did here see
The wind's howling his arias
Caressing the lost souls at the moor
The sea entangled her dance with the moon
Crystalizing the dismal stones ashore
The stars adorn the horizon
Gracefully like never before
There my hopes the mopes inspire
And yet a coldness ease their fire
My yearning shall never cease
For the lachrymose portraits of wounds I trust
Slayed all light for the altar of my lust
And endless is my yearning for a springeous breeze
Thencefort I wandered mopish through what seemed a road
But allured was my mind by a fairy's dainty ode
The fairy:
"O,Thou whose dreams have kindled all thy nights
And so condemned was thee to the absence of all lights
O,Thou whose company was demons of thy lore
And all thou trusted was their dark and nothing more
O,Thou who seek the warmth with not a single trace
And yet thee art guided to the secret of it's place
All the tongues of thy demons do thee curse that...
Solitary be thy grace"