in the hour that struck my sorry demise
My friends laughed, my foes crackled
Stocks bloomed where daisies died
And saints bled in my debacle
The only eyes I still believed
Were the two God made in my name.
My asters withered in the breeze
Bewailing at my constant pain
A tale of loss in a free-willed life;
A flooding chaos in a senseless lie.
The world and all that’s buried within
Wooed me into endless sins
And Lo, the stars which shone my paths
Led me somewhere damned akin
And the people I ever dared call mine
Were only figments of my loneliest whims