Dreams when you sleep – nightmares when you rise –
A solar shadow casting out a shadow of sun;
Clouds are in the earth – not in the skies –
And pain is wrapped up in a ribbon of fun
That unravels, unrolls, purls and flows out,
Like a river of ruin, chirping with disaster,
Peeling the lips off of every smiling mouth,
And hacking at the legs that would try to run faster,
To escape, to reach – to embrace happiness,
Before that unhappy candle is snuffed into dark,
And the melody you believed assured you tenderness,
Reaches your ears as a coarse, ugly bark;
The scream of the banshee – the duellist’s lost glove –
Hollowness without comfort – the death knell of love