Rise and pine.
No more dreams of honor.
No longer all the rage.
What betides the whipping boy but leather,
Shadow’s fall, undiscovered pain
That thou wilt feel to the blackest marrow?
Afoul with light.
The bell patrols forever
thro all the world and not a soul escape.
But a wraith of beauty you become
A trace of love I held and lost for aye.
Eternity lost with the loss of thee.”