Into the dark chambers to and fro,

Into the chambers which none does not know,

Woe to the keep that hides this solitary cold

For it bears the tales of new and old.

Saddening this chill as it enters my soul,

O'er the edges of life and death which takes thy toll.

I say to thee, who stayed midst the terror I suffered,

My grave awaits my eternal slumber,

The coming of the first death, and the coming of another,

These ancient bones are brittle, no longer lumber.

Doth thou ever feel affection, for there art none who gave it to thee?

Does he feel the same love which thou have brought unto me?

There is none I know who will ever care,

None that will dissipate this melancholy air

During the cloudy day, I grieve,

Bearing such a sickness that non shalt believe.

Within the quiet day and the loud, starless night,

Between the earth and sky where dreams come alight,

The sister-earth of unity bringing forth our might,

To the cosmos in which we will take flight.

Far upon the grasslands where dandelions sway

Where the lovely flowers die on All Hallow's Day,

There is no black and white, only grey,

That once fell upon the month of May.

I set this flower upon thy head

Oh lovely rose that was never red,

Through the years of sorrowful dread,

I remain by thy side no matter how much I have bled.

Upon these trees drip a honey of sweetening dew,

With a drop upon my tongue I could taste that which is true,

Bringing forth the sensations of old and new,

This feeling of love is a love I have for you.