I mustn't tether pain to land
With knots that will not loose or fray,
So here I make my final stand
And hope to blow the clouds away.
How many nights I've spent with dreams
That everything was well with me
But when I wake, the devil schemes
And casts me off on stormy seas.
Don't talk of ghosts! I know them well -
They tarry 'round these deathly halls.
My only friends within this cell
Are demons, spectres, wraiths and ghouls.
How lowly burns the pallid sun -
It seems to wane just like the moon -
So come the day, when night is done,
The light flings out a listless tune.
I dreamt of sand and golden bays
To rest upon and heal my wounds
But clouds and rain replaced the rays
And thus, I found myself marooned.
Know this: I really did my all -
I set my course for pastures new -
But then I ran, and now I crawl
And sunlight never dries the dew.
