These palms press against glass
Looking out
Pearls of thoughts, roll and melt
Sulfuric hate, no justice here
A discovered stone, a turquoise tear
Falling down a lost hope
“Never shall this one love”,
This the Gods have spoken
Dreary dreams of forgotten worlds
Not a happy snake-charmer anymore
Mystifying the soul into loathing
Such thoughts have weakend the heart
Love lives not in her, her head hangs too low
Feeding the pale lonliness to Hades
His whore she shall forever be
The shadows hold her, in a suffocating embrace
A downward glance from her sullen countenance
In the land of dark clouds, cold and abandoned;
This bride of gloom shall rein
Over the spirits of the Dead