At one I tried. At three I cried. At half past four With hollow arms Embrace denied Until at last With final glance It died.
Incessantly swinging the pendulum plays with us. Left to right to left again. Repeating. Defeating. Who winds that drum and separates these weights Bound by
What is and what it must be. Knowing. All yearning so pure still powerless against it. All the burning. The wanting. The wishing. The waltzing,
Unseen by all it creeps and crouches Along torch lit paths, my righteous soul it slouches. The glowing and growing of ebony fueled fires Take
Silent footfalls land behind me and grind Rhythmic echoes that strike against my mind. Each step takes me further from me, from who I should
Of light i am. In light i lived. Radiant roads were all i trod on paths that lay before me simple and true. Twisting roads