Now that the vespers over,
And the moon's getting faint,
The Sun's blazing,
To spread a credible plaint,
I can see you embellished in radiance,
With your feathers turned to gold,
Your hairs misty grey,
your eyes still cold,
You are grave to the extreme,
That your gloom brings me on the verge of tears,
Your life's a mere punishment,
That's casting shadows on your fears,
You've managed to run into the maze,
Because you don't want to be found,
You're running and wanting to disappear,
in a whirlpool so round,
Your eyes have lost their anticipation,
They're no more in existence,
You're afraid to reveal the agony,
Feared to explain this hate profusion,
You've lost your divine spirit,
You've turned to a death demon,
Finding it hard to explain it wasn't your fault?
You've betrayed my exemplary cult.....=(
