Few are the days allotted us
On youth's resplendent heights
For soon we fall, and fall we must
From innocence, to hellish plights
From morn to noon I fell,
Alas! From noon to dewy eve
And still do I perceive
Descent towards stygian abyss;
I grieve
For days bygone and edifice which,
with Daedalic splendor
I wrought in primal hours
To this past, I now surrender
With childhood's cherub wings thus shorn
From Avernus cold, my prayers are Bourne
With broken lips, towards skies azure
The myriad gods I do implore
Uplift this loathsome imitation!
Coal-eyed creature of negation
Wont to build a heaven in hell
This torpid fate I must repel!
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
Few are the days allotted us
On youth's resplendent heights
For soon we fall, and fall we must
From innocence, to hellish plights
From morn to noon I fell,
Alas! From noon to dewy eve
And still do I perceive
Descent towards stygian abyss;
I grieve
For days bygone and edifice which,
with Daedalic splendor
I wrought in primal hours
To this past, I now surrender
With childhood's cherub wings thus shorn
From Avernus cold, my prayers are Bourne
With broken lips, towards skies azure
The myriad gods I do implore
Uplift this loathsome imitation!
Coal-eyed creature of negation
Wont to build a heaven in hell
This torpid fate I must repel!
Childhood: a paradise lost, who's heights we strive, in vain, to attain once more, or a hell which, throughout out lives, we feebly attempt to correct.
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