To whom I crave
When all is sullen, melancholy and grave
Where are you now?

To the shed of blessed verse
When my earth is defiled, and shrouded in curse
Where are they now?

By day I pay homage to her fluctuating form
The vision I wield to brave every storm
Her elusive frame is my source of despair
A hefty burden I am honored to bear

To where do I embark
When the ghostly reveries emerge from the dark
How can i slay them?

To whom I adore
When life yields a lingering bore
How shall I maintain?