“Woe to you,” cried the voiceless man,
“For I have beheld the breaking of the world,
And drank fast the tears of fallen Gods.”
“Woe to you,” laughed the voiceless man,
For the doom I forebode is the wrath of silence,
And you shall bathe alone in anguish,
Dreaming for yet, a reprieve from sorrow.
“Woe to you,” proclaimed the voiceless man,
For all things are fleeting, and every
martyr is in flux.
I have placed a curse upon the
heart of every angel, and made
passionate love to my despair.
All grace has died in me.