Renege your crown and open vast
These gates within a troubled past
Embrace anew the morning dew
That knows that naught in life it true

And that is why they hang so thin
A film upon the early din
To burn away with fiery light
All to return with waning night

To live and die and live once more
Perhaps upon a forest floor
a field, a hill, a lonely glen,
Forever born to die again

Forever forced to thrive and ebb,
A diamond for a spider's web.