Alas! How mighty indeed the cruel barrier I see
Betwixt my inmost contentment and me!
Now Peace and I are strangers grown.
I languish till my grief's seed is known...
When my stirred mind's tormented nature
Shall her pristine form regain?
To Fate I'll sue, of all other means bereft...
The only refuge for the wretched left!
Native of Fear, for of other feel
None can then Fear such ferocious dolour contain...
Ecliptic Fear - thine this universal frame!
As thou, Oh subterrean entity
Expand'st thy monumental wings
Before my pious awe.
To Fate I'll sue, of all other means bereft...
The only refuge for the wretched left!
Yet, O hard onerous Fate!
Myself - now grotesquely reduc'd to seek the counsel
Of those I once abhorred!
But sweet as sudden sight to the blind,
Or obtained freedom to the slave,
The looming sombre shades of mind,
By my decrypted future shall be swept away!
Thus in the fatal depths of night,
Abandoned from all warmth of light,
The sightless horrid shape invoked,
By mastery of elder folk...
"What would'st thou...?"
...that by thy art thou bring'st me up my lot.
Refuse me not thy aid in this distress!
Thy eyeless gaze pierces all shadows...
Reveal destiny before me!
"Fate lies deep concealed within,
And naught could'st thou do
Preventing what looms o'er thy path!"
Impious Fool! Of race accurs'd
And from all that race the worst!
Impious Fool! Instantly unveil my very fate
Or rid my presence of a sight I hate!
"Thou artful wretch!
Deep into thyself direct thy straining eyes,
And hence be taught, what in thy heart's depth lies!
Trapped in thy own captive dungeon, indeed,
For thou, an ignominious fate is decreed!
The spawns of thy conceptions all
Shall in one immense ruin fall!"
Faugh! No more, I'll hear no more...!
"Take for thyself, foolish subject,
Examine and dig with mind's chisel
Deep into unspoilt reason itself...
And thus find - truth...?"
Betwixt my inmost contentment and me!
Now Peace and I are strangers grown.
I languish till my grief's seed is known...
When my stirred mind's tormented nature
Shall her pristine form regain?
To Fate I'll sue, of all other means bereft...
The only refuge for the wretched left!
Native of Fear, for of other feel
None can then Fear such ferocious dolour contain...
Ecliptic Fear - thine this universal frame!
As thou, Oh subterrean entity
Expand'st thy monumental wings
Before my pious awe.
To Fate I'll sue, of all other means bereft...
The only refuge for the wretched left!
Yet, O hard onerous Fate!
Myself - now grotesquely reduc'd to seek the counsel
Of those I once abhorred!
But sweet as sudden sight to the blind,
Or obtained freedom to the slave,
The looming sombre shades of mind,
By my decrypted future shall be swept away!
Thus in the fatal depths of night,
Abandoned from all warmth of light,
The sightless horrid shape invoked,
By mastery of elder folk...
"What would'st thou...?"
...that by thy art thou bring'st me up my lot.
Refuse me not thy aid in this distress!
Thy eyeless gaze pierces all shadows...
Reveal destiny before me!
"Fate lies deep concealed within,
And naught could'st thou do
Preventing what looms o'er thy path!"
Impious Fool! Of race accurs'd
And from all that race the worst!
Impious Fool! Instantly unveil my very fate
Or rid my presence of a sight I hate!
"Thou artful wretch!
Deep into thyself direct thy straining eyes,
And hence be taught, what in thy heart's depth lies!
Trapped in thy own captive dungeon, indeed,
For thou, an ignominious fate is decreed!
The spawns of thy conceptions all
Shall in one immense ruin fall!"
Faugh! No more, I'll hear no more...!
"Take for thyself, foolish subject,
Examine and dig with mind's chisel
Deep into unspoilt reason itself...
And thus find - truth...?"