On the frosty rock
In the gloomy house with a lock
Empty of light
Full of plight
And ravens
That sang hells
To heavens
A young boy died
Of suicide
He could not bear evil beings
Or lives put in prisons
Or false freedoms
A love doer and a love fighter
He hated to join priests
Or marry solitude at any altar
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC
On the frosty rock
In the gloomy house with a lock
Empty of light
Full of plight
And ravens
That sang hells
To heavens
A young boy died
Of suicide
He could not bear evil beings
Or lives put in prisons
Or false freedoms
A love doer and a love fighter
He hated to join priests
Or marry solitude at any altar