Dawns silvery luminance draws my stare
To the mottled hue of valley bare
Frantic fingers probe sleep weary eyes
My vision cloaks in icy fires
Light in streams pervades the gloom
Where I had laid my soul’s dome
New rays to caress the lonely hearth
Who had sought escape to doom
Clarity awoke in mind settling twinge
Lending to my soul’s longing, flight of wing
Hastily to meet my morrow I glide
For this loveless present I dearly dread
When my desperate toil turns not to bread
And my walk is where heroes fear to tread
Where my lonesome innards feels to bust
Would in your powdery shimmer turn to dust
Alas, the noose tightens in times clock
Around the neck that bore my destiny
To rivers of fate fly in inquest
Of them god’s of fate why torment be my wage
Their response does bind me more wedge
To this laden yolk upon my tired chest
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