Am i 'mid storms or am a storm myself,
a dark lone spirit fierce and proud, where wars
tear deep and wide the dismal air of night
in fleeting sights of b***** deeds and wise?
Forging new values in the dark, to root
a high chosen soul fall'n in hateful art,
i cast my mind to baleful wrecks i wrought,
this sere void trying there to justify.
Can i see it, the study of revenge,
the injur'd merit sheltering aloft,
the black cloak and the hate, all that dragg'd me
tow'rds desolations that my air became?
But be it so; spurn the herd, shun the life,
a distant tower in the night erect,
there to dwell far remov'd thus from a world
which foul repels in scorn my eyes away.
Night, void, ye are my high abode, and books
and ancient works of those who rose 'bove man;
proud i sneer o'er the vulgar crowd below:
vain now th' attempts shall be to throw me hence.
a dark lone spirit fierce and proud, where wars
tear deep and wide the dismal air of night
in fleeting sights of b***** deeds and wise?
Forging new values in the dark, to root
a high chosen soul fall'n in hateful art,
i cast my mind to baleful wrecks i wrought,
this sere void trying there to justify.
Can i see it, the study of revenge,
the injur'd merit sheltering aloft,
the black cloak and the hate, all that dragg'd me
tow'rds desolations that my air became?
But be it so; spurn the herd, shun the life,
a distant tower in the night erect,
there to dwell far remov'd thus from a world
which foul repels in scorn my eyes away.
Night, void, ye are my high abode, and books
and ancient works of those who rose 'bove man;
proud i sneer o'er the vulgar crowd below:
vain now th' attempts shall be to throw me hence.