why find mirth in a lethal liquor?
or dance where the crowds dead?
leaping across the darkened harbor
ghosts in a fire shut, bled
sealed and waiting


see the child's but the shadow
transformed from meekness
to a deadly greatness
won't need thy bossom to grow




 
why find home in metal chain and bars?

 
or sing where the baby sleeps?
melting away in a shapeless air afar
scents of innocence lost ,you weep
vieled and grieving

 

she's isn't the child but the shadow
evolved from thinner light
to a tearing,blinding night
suffused with self its honor glow

 
and your wisdom is mocked
but false is,the vain-ness of fools
in freedom,by themselves freely locked
to join the loftiness of fools


a tear on the tiniest spot of earth
a prayer,soon she's close to rebirth