And does thou heart not know of love
Yet you spend your time idle in this tower

Are tears wet upon such skin so soft
As to remind you of the loneliness
That beats within your breast

You speak of days now passed yet never
Talk of such freedom burning inside your
Immortal soul

How then old hag of time do thou think
That love shall find such a door open to love that is even to the blind man closed forever

Stop the wailing of banshees from pale lips that spew hatred for time time that you took as a prisoner when in this tower you did seek solitude away from the outside

I have no more to say but one
let the reflection of the moon that glows
Be the mirror to your end